One Year Ago Is Still Yesterday.

That final conscious breath before you fall asleep.

(RMS, 10-25-2021.)

For some reason, she hadn’t realized before that leaving meant leaving something behind. This was a gouging…a formidable excavation. Perhaps the true fault in our nature is believing that these coinciding and colliding lives are intrinsically meaningful. Or perhaps it’s our greatest asset. Oh, but to be able to let go of it all, regardless.

RMS, 3/26/2015

The girl is escaping the house, delightedly.

Tent life.

Summer 2018, Nashville, TN.

One hundred and thirteen years.

One hundred and eleven years.

We know you were terrified, brave, horrified, strong, resilient, panicked, and courageous, and we honor you this night of the year. Death is not failure. Your lives were you and you remain wonderful, somewhere out here in our atomic jigsaw of existence. I’m so sorry you experienced such horrors.

Deepest of peaceful rest to you.

“You may’ve bought the gun,

But I made my own powder.”

(RMS, 8-8-21.)

“I remember no place for me to hide

Before you came home at night.

And I remember you turnin’ out the lights

All I ever saw was the red in your eyes.

No big surprise.”

- Devendra Banhart

The Courtroom Funeral: April 16th, 2021

“You, I did it all for you. Do you know who I am? Do you know just what to do? Now you're all that I have, Is it fair to love me, too?

You, it hurts because of you. And I'll kiss you through a hazmat suit, That's what I'll do if I have to.

You seem to know who I am, As though you know just what to do. Now you're all that I have, Is it fair to love me, too?

And you, I did it all for you.”

--“If I Don’t Have To,” Keaton Henson