Christmas Hokku

Ronnie,
There is a missing Christmas card, a disorientation, a feeling of something amiss.
Your absence is felt.

Cold aching grief lies within
Christmas has arrived
A warmth lights a way to hope

I'll be Seeing You, Ronnie

The summer sun is fading as the year grows old
And darker days are drawing near
The winter winds will be much colder
Now that you're not here.


This stanza is the opening for the Moody Blues song, "Forever Autumn."  I was thinking of autumn this morning, as we buried my brother, Ronald E. Dawson.  I am always grateful that I'm Catholic. Again.  How awful to think that death is the end of life.  


All you have to do is look around at nature to prove otherwise.  The four seasons in nature mirror the four seasons of our human lives.  That's why I was thinking of the Moody Blues' "Forever Autumn."

Réquiem aetérnam dona ei Dómine; et lux perpétua lúce at ei.  Requiéscat in pace.  Amen

Ronald Edward Dawson

Did I tell you that we're burying my brother tomorrow?

The life of man seems to me like the flight of a sparrow through the hall wherein you are sitting at supper in the winter time, a warm fire lighted on the hearth while storms rage without.  The sparrow flies in at one door, tarries for a moment in the light and hear, and then flying forth through another door vanishes into the wintry darkness whence it had come.  So tarries man for a brief space, but of what went before or what is to follow, we know not.
                                                                                                           The Venerable Bede