When a Friend Dies
His passing had been expected for weeks, but he was tough and he stayed with us longer than most of his friends here in New Mexico expected. He had cancer for months (if not longer), and eventually it spread beyond repair.
So this short post is both homage to poet Stewart Warren and a reminder to all of us that we are here for an unknown amount of time.
He was eight years younger than I am now, and he lived with zest. He wrote a lot, mostly poetry, and he published the work of other poets; all can be found on Amazon.
His life was a wild ride at many times. My favorite story is recent: his girlfriend moved here from another town where she had lived. She moved in with him and his dog. Next thing I knew, they got married at home, with a woman friend who is an Episcopal priest officiating.. That must have been less than a month ago. He had been well enough to go shopping with his fiancee for her ring, at a local gem show.
When I got the news in an email earlier today, I went out to our greenhouse to tell my husband. He told me later that right after I told him, it started raining. Tears from the earth.
Let's all live as fully as we can.