lxforever

“By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
Held on as tightly as you held on me
Held on as tightly as you held on me……

And I built a home
for you
for me

Until it disappeared
from me
from you

And now, it’s time to leave and turn to dust……..”

—To Build A Home, The Cinematic Orchestra

“I am already being poured out like a libation.

The time of my departure is at hand.

I have fought the good fight,

I have finished the race,

I have kept the faith.

From now on, the crown of righteousness awaits me,

which the Lord, the just judge, will award to me on that day …”

—A reading from the Second Letter to Timothy​(2 Tm 4:6–8)

Marc went out to wipe bugs off his windshield and that was it, for me, started crying while I sat with bad free coffee and the Iowa weather on the lobby TV. He’d mentioned the bugs at least three times, bothered by their sticky mess, in between bouts of examining various smartphone maps of Burlington, zooming in to find his childhood home and everything else.

Who will be the family record keeper now? Will I ever get a chaos of pizza and voices and jokes of all of these people together again?

There was such peace in that church, her body in her favorite place, surrounded by everyone she loves doing a thing she’d have loved for us to do more of. And then the sky rained down as she met up with LeRoy and Lisa and danced again.

“I have fought the good fight; I have finished the race; I have kept the faith”

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