We were together, and she fell.
Breathing the sky open it is free space
She is crimson-beautiful
Teach him. How to be. A better person.
|i knew michelle about two years. not long in the grand scheme but long enough to realize i was was dealing with a person with a big heart. we began as writer/editor, i soon realized she wasn't one's average editor. she could take the knife to pieces but always find something good about the piece. michelle was someone you could literally say nothing bad about. we soon began a lively dialogue. i'm usually a pretty play-it-close-to-the-vest guy but her open heart changed that. i felt i could share things with her as she shared with me. i'm not sure i've had a more trusting/ trustworthy friend.
michelle had her problems as we all do. hers were worse than most. she would share these afflictions without ever expecting my pity. of course in my heart i felt she had been asked for more than her share of the burden.
may her constant suffering be over. i'll miss our friendship very much and see you on the other side.
|this morning i sat up in a dark living room, watching the sun rise over the ozarks, it's lovely here, the sky changes from deep black to blue, stars glitter and you wonder if they're alive or dead, are their worlds spinning around them, is their someone there sitting in a house jus a'wondering on what all this means, if anything he or she did mattered, and in the end that comes for us all, what did it all mean? a man studies on these things as he grows older, i do, anyway. i try to stay in the light, thoughts like "i'm getting old, i'm broke, everything is harder and i am afraid." i'll study on this, the sun will burn off the morning mist. soon if i go outside i'll watch the mist pool over my bare feet. cool air will slide over my skin, i'll hear crows call to each other, and i'll feel like crying, but i won't. not yet anyway. to be alive is just to be. what you do with that is on you. give a thought and a prayer to michelle greenblatt and her loved ones, hold those you like and love close, be, do, live.|
A eulogic poem by Alexandria Bryan
A eulogy by Charles J. Butler
"Free As Speech" by Larry Goodell
A eulogy by mark hartenbach
"For Michelle," music by Jukka-Pekka Kervinen
"Where Do Colors Go in Winter?" by Brian Kovich
"When the Air Was Still" by Jeffrey Side