Break

I think I'll let Tennyson speak for me today: three years.  Break, break, break, indeed.


Break, Break, Break

By Alfred, Lord Tennyson


Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.




O, well for the fisherman's boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O, well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!



And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!



Break, break, break
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.

May Day

Three years ago today (at almost this exact moment) I began a walk up Kennesaw Mountain.  (It was actually more like a waddle and less like a walk.)  I rubbed my belly while I worked my way up that mountain road.  A gentle rain began as I neared the top.  I can remember listening to 'Strawberry Swing' by Coldplay as I stopped at the lookout point, spotted the roof of the hospital, and informed my sweet William that very soon I would be meeting him there.  That was a blessed time--in the words of Mary Shelley, "when death and grief were but words, which found no true echo in my heart."
I still head up that mountain road from time to time.  Each time, I stop at the same lookout point.  I spot that same roof, and I thank God for that memory.  And then I weep for a brief moment before I continue on to the top of that mountain. I'll keep going to that spot, for as long as my bones will carry me there. And I'll rejoice in how fortunate I am to have that moment to hold on to. 

Strawberry Swing

 They were sitting, they were sitting in the strawberry swing

And every moment was so precious

They were sitting, they were talking in the strawberry swing

And everybody was for fighting, wouldn't wanna waste a thing

Cold, cold water bring me 'round

Now my feet won't touch the ground

Cold, cold water what you say?

It's such, it's such a perfect day, it's such a perfect day

I remember we were walking up to strawberry swing

I can't wait 'til the morning, wouldn't wanna change a thing

People moving all the time inside a perfect straight line

Don't you wanna curve away?

It's such it's such a perfect day, it's such a perfect day

Ah, now the sky could be blue, I don't mind

Without you it's a waste of time

Could be blue, I don't mind

Without you it's a waste of time

The sky could be blue, could be gray

Without you I just slide away

The sky could be blue, I don't mind

Without you it's a waste of time