Showing posts with label Gus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gus. Show all posts

Monday, July 2, 2012

"A friend to all...big and small"


When we walked into the church this morning to celebrate Gus' life, this was the card that some kind person placed into our hands, and the tears began to fall and continued to fall, off and on throughout the entire mass. Gus' graceful parents told the hundreds of bereft people in the church that even when they lost their composure around their son as he lay sick, he would always reassure them, Smile, I'm fine, he'd say.  I sat with Henry in the church for the first time in a few years, and despite my own disconnection to it, to that symbolic Catholic faith that so many present felt, I am sure, in the most authentic of ways, I felt the presence of Love. Through twinges of anger, of loneliness, of even boredom (the kind that comes when words are said over and over, years upon years, signifying nothing), I felt the presence of Love pushing up against me. My shoulders hunched against it, this Love, at first and then they dropped as love bent its way around and over and under, Love that guides and comforts and sustains despite everything.

May we feel grateful to have shared a bit of that Love through Gus. May beautiful Gus rest in peace. May his dear parents feel Love every day for the rest of their lives.

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Gus


Our young friend Gus died early this morning, struck down by cancer. We're sad and will take a break from blogging for a few days. It's weird and terrible to go about one's life when things like this happen.

Highway 30

At two in the morning, when the moon
has driven away,
leaving the faint taillight of one star
at the horizon, a light like moonlight leaks
from broken crates that lie fallen 
along the highway, becoming
motels, all-night cafes, and bus stations
with greenhouse windows,
where lone women sit like overturned flowerpots,
crushing the soft, gray petals of old coats.


Ted Kooser

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Gus and Izzy

A sweet little boy in the fourth grade who lives in our community is very sick. Please pray for him, send him healing thoughts, acknowledge the abundance of the universe for Gus.



My dear friend Erika of The flight of our Hummingbird has a little girl, Izzy, who is also struggling but with persistent seizures. She is in the hospital fighting them. I hope you'll send good thoughts and healing prayers her way, too.



To Gus and Izzy and their beautiful families

May the long time sun shine upon you
May all love surround you
And the clear light within you
Guide you on.

-- Irish Blessing

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