Uncle Jack

i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

ee cummings


Rick's Uncle Jack passed away earlier this week. We named Colton Jack after him. He was the oldest of the 8 kids in Rick's dad's family. He told everyone at Thanksgiving he wouldn't be here for his 83rd birthday. He would have been 83 next week. We knew he hadn't been well for awhile now.  We're leaving shortly for the funeral.  Exactly one week from Grandma's funeral, we could never have predicted we'd be attending another Friday funeral.  

I've loved this poem for so long now. And every time we lose yet another loved one, I carry them in my heart. It wouldn't surprise if a doctor ever told me my heart was enlarged. I'd tell him or her the truth. Its big because its filled with a lot of hearts I've carrried with me for years.