in loving memory of Tracey McCartney
We balkat the task of writingabout the life of a belovedbecause it seems impossible,the audacity of eulogizing herrendering us wordless at firstbut we try anyway.We listen to Neil Peartfor inspirationto pen stories and poems,write songs and blog posts,issue proclamationsusing words like fierceand justice, steady and strong,talent and uproariousness,passion and compassionand love.We search inside ourselvesfor the same qualities,wondering about the unnamed thingthat draws one personto anotherwhether across timeand miles and constant changeor tucked in togetherbelly to backevery night for eighteen years.We are drawn to her,our brightest light.We warm ourselves nearby.We curl up beside her,ever-closer as her flames begin to dim,fervently scribbling down wordsdescribing how much she means to us.
I wrote this poem for a Celebration of Life this past weekend in Nashville and it was read by Tracey’s spouse Nan. Deep sigh. Much love.
Sharing with the Toads on the Tuesday Platform in the Imaginary Garden.