On Death

My father-in-law passed away last week. He had been diagnosed with leukemia last summer; in the past month or so the disease and all of its accompanying complications separated his body from the bright light of his spirit. Matt, his sister and brothers, and his mom were with Frank when he died. So were the rest of his family, as evidenced by the outpouring of love shown at his services.

Frank was a wonderful grandfather to Calder, and a tremendous friend to me, even though I had recently been estranged from the family. I am blessed to have known him, and will miss him.



…For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?

And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.

And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.

And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.


- Khalil Gibran