Gannon Memories

In memory...sweet punk/rockabilly guy, Gannon with girlfriend.

The light that burns twice as bright, burns half as long.

What a dance he was and still is I am sure where he is now, in the inner wide open spaces of all time. I try to go there in my dreams and remember being there, but most often I forget before I wake up, and the missing continues. What is it that makes the passing of a loved one so very hard, when it is so natural...the missing, always the missing. Knowing the feeling of being with them, hearing them, I have the sweater I gave him shortly before he left, still with cells of him woven into the weave, and I hold it up to my face and try to get a sense of him. Most humans have suffered the loss of a loved one and ain't it grand? Something we no doubt came to Earth to experience, to learn from, to learn never to take anything for granted, to learn to be kind to others for the like heartbreak they may have experienced or are experiencing, to learn how the very deeply the heart yearns and what love is.