We do this:
\nThe guy we took for granted dies, and now
\nthe stories come trickling out as if they were
\nsomehow forbidden, but now the locks have been picked
\nthe door to the vault is open, the seals are off:
\nwe hear about his driving passions and learn
\nthere are butterflies in heaven, whales dream
\nof God as an orange-green-silver-diamond-eyed
\nmultidimensional thought, and he (the guy
\nwe took for granted) radiates a light
\nsofter than sunlight, fiercer than moonlight
\nmore loving than prayer. Why did we not know this?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My uncle Ron died last evening in Halifax, Nova Scotia. He was almost 100 years old. Blind from the age of seventeen, he was a driving force in the CNIB, and a genuinely kind man, a secular saint. (#1011) Continue reading