Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.~ Edna St, Vincent Millay
The beautiful, the tender, the kind, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. They represent to us the best that we have to offer one another. Certainly among their ranks was navy diver Craig Blake, who was killed in Afghanistan by a roadside bomb on May 3rd. He was only 37 years old. His funeral is today at Shearwater.
This past weekend I walked through Bowes Cemetery with my grandson. The sun was shining, birds were singing in the spruce trees and tiny bluets were blooming everywhere in the grass.
Together we read the names on the headstones and talked about those whose lives had ended: some in infancy, some in childhood and many in young adulthood. To die at any age brings sadness, but this is especially so when someone’s lifespan has not yet reached half a century. It’s also especially sad when someone’s life ends in the spring of the year, when all of nature is busy renewing itself and creating new life.
Goodbye my friend it’s hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air…
With the flowers everywhere
I wish that we could both be there.~ Terry Jacks, Seasons in the Sun
And blue has never been bluer
True has never been truer
Honey never tasted so sweet
There’s a song in the breeze
A million voices in praiseA rose has never smelled redder
The sun has never been brighter
If I could find the right words to say
If you could look at my face
If you could just see this place
You wouldn’t cry for me today
You wouldn’t cry for me today~ Mandisa, You Wouldn’t Cry
How beautiful and profound, Amy….peace and grace to the Blake family.
How beautiful, and how sad, Amy. Hugs…
You have elicited two feelings here: sadness and hope. They dance together in our lives. Yes?
Cindy, Craig Blake is survived by a sweet wife and two young sons. He’ll be very much missed by his family, his co-workers and his community.
Reggie, although I didn’t know him, I found the remembrance and celebration of his life today very moving.
Kathy, at the bottom of my post I’ve added some hopeful lines from a song that was sung during the ceremony. Sadness and hope truly are intertwined throughout our lives.
Peace.
Beautiful.
Before reading this, I took the time to walk through a graveyard with my little girl yesterday. We both noticed the simple beauty of the daisies scattered throughout.
Sadness & hope… death & renewal…
Bless you for seeking and seeing the positive in all things…
Thanks for your comments Sybil and pepsoid. Graveyards can be such peaceful places.