The Whole Of The Moon
I saw the rain dirty valley You saw Brigadoon I saw the crescent You saw the whole of the moon --from The Whole of the Moon by Mike Scott This Life Is A Journey Everyday is a gift, life is a journey. Trite clichés. Or so I thought. It's all in focus now, more than when I watched other people dying. I feel an overwhelming sense of guilt, having mourned so many in the past, without fully appreciating the loss. I lost my best friend when I was 17, when I barely understood death. It all became quite clear, or so I thought, with that loss. Untrue. Then, I started losing friends and campers from MDA camp. And that was a different kind of loss. Except, it wasn't. Watching a child die, I thought, was perhaps the worst thing I could experience. Harvest Moon over the Palouse Then I lost my uncle. Then my mother, and the parents of friends. Each loss allowed me to erect a facade of reckoning. There were more losses in...