I have had many people saying what a lovely poem James read at the end of Alexs funeral so I thought you might like to see it in full. What should ones life be? Neat and orderly? or messy and chaotic? Quiet desperation, even quieter compromise? or daring thrills, creative experiments? Walking carefully along looking down at gray sidewalks to avoid crack or pebble? or leaping from peak to peak across gaping canyons looking down from dizzying heights? No one should decide for another. One can only live what one believes. If you ask, we believe: Life should not be a methodical journey to the grave with the goal being sure, safe arrival in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, flute of champagne in hand, (or as James said, pint of Stella!!) screaming What a Ride!
Posted on: Sat, 18 Oct 2014 11:38:32 +0000
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