Saturday, November 18, 2006
Such a long long time to be gone and a short time to be there
I don't know if you have been following Atomic Tumor and his beloved wife a.k.a. "Golden Apple Corp." who fell ill on Halloween and died yesterday, but If you need to water your eyes with good old natural tears just read his post starting at the start of November until current. She was only 29 years old and fell sick with a flu like fever perhaps brought on by a tooth infection and had a shut down of all body functions. Throughout the past two weeks and a few days his post have covered every human emotion, faith question and duty of a Dad and worried Husband.
Grief always brings this song to my mind to conjure hope by Phil Lesh and Robert Hunter called "Box of Rain"
Look out of any window
any morning, any evening, any day
Maybe the sun is shining
birds are winging or
rain is falling from a heavy sky -
What do you want me to do,
to do for you to see you through?
this is all a dream we dreamed
one afternoon long ago
Walk out of any doorway
feel your way, feel your way
like the day before
Maybe you'll find direction
around some corner
where it's been waiting to meet you -
What do you want me to do,
to watch for you while you're sleeping?
Well please don't be surprised
when you find me dreaming too
Look into any eyes
you find by you, you can see
clear through to another day
I know it's been seen before
through other eyes on other days
while going home --
What do you want me to do,
to do for you to see you through?
It's all a dream we dreamed
one afternoon long ago
Walk into splintered sunlight
Inch your way through dead dreams
to another land
Maybe you're tired and broken
Your tongue is twisted
with words half spoken
and thoughts unclear
What do you want me to do
to do for you to see you through
A a box of rain will ease the pain
and love will see you through
Just a box of rain -
wind and water -
Believe it if you need it,
if you don't just pass it on
Sun and shower -
Wind and rain -
in and out the window
like a moth before a flame
It's just a box of rain
I don't know who put it there
Believe it if you need it
or leave it if you dare
But it's just a box of rain
or a ribbon for your hair
Such a long long time to be gone
and a short time to be there
any morning, any evening, any day
Maybe the sun is shining
birds are winging or
rain is falling from a heavy sky -
What do you want me to do,
to do for you to see you through?
this is all a dream we dreamed
one afternoon long ago
Walk out of any doorway
feel your way, feel your way
like the day before
Maybe you'll find direction
around some corner
where it's been waiting to meet you -
What do you want me to do,
to watch for you while you're sleeping?
Well please don't be surprised
when you find me dreaming too
Look into any eyes
you find by you, you can see
clear through to another day
I know it's been seen before
through other eyes on other days
while going home --
What do you want me to do,
to do for you to see you through?
It's all a dream we dreamed
one afternoon long ago
Walk into splintered sunlight
Inch your way through dead dreams
to another land
Maybe you're tired and broken
Your tongue is twisted
with words half spoken
and thoughts unclear
What do you want me to do
to do for you to see you through
A a box of rain will ease the pain
and love will see you through
Just a box of rain -
wind and water -
Believe it if you need it,
if you don't just pass it on
Sun and shower -
Wind and rain -
in and out the window
like a moth before a flame
It's just a box of rain
I don't know who put it there
Believe it if you need it
or leave it if you dare
But it's just a box of rain
or a ribbon for your hair
Such a long long time to be gone
and a short time to be there
Use caution about sitting directly over your keypad as you read because all that salt water will make matters worse on your machine.
:: posted by Tennessee Jed, 5:05 PM
7 Comments:
Beautiful, Jed.
A lovely post.
A lovely post.
Thanks Newsy! I like you work too!
Ironic, too. Phil Lesh has just been diagnosed with prostate cancer.
I hope it is in time to help him.
I've not done much else than read that blog and sleep for the last few hours. I feel washed out but so much the better for it. When I nearly lost Sharon 4 years ago I felt so many similar emotions. I questioned a non-existent faith, worried about cremation and organ donation and also kept a blog of sorts. It's not there anymore. I went through it almost alone, now I fell I've shared it. That's the best way I feel I can describe it.
Richard, I bet that was a hard time to re-live. I had to make the call to take my mother off life support a couple of years ago and that was a real bummer to say the least. I think it is nifty AT wants to make a diamond out of the carbon GAC leaves behind. I think the man is a wonderful writer too. They say only the good die young GAC must have been damn good 'cause she was too damn young. I hope you kept your keys dry.
I think the diamond is a beautiful idea. They seemed such a wonderful couple and my heart bleeds for the love they'll miss out on.
