Moments of Joy
The end of Whitney Houston
Like when my darling Matt threw back his head on the back seat of the car and at the top of his five year old voice triumphed, “and I wish you joy,” (oh what a tremolo), “and happiness, but above all this I wish you Love.”
And now the (nearly) 50 year old crack head is dead.
But that does not mean that love and hope and beauty is lost.
And I can’t think of her without remembering my darling Matt.
And so
Am
By default and transference,
Moved.
Like Rachel in Rama we will keen and grieve and shed a tear.
A unique talent is after all lost.
To death and not just quavering infirmity.
So final.
But in the spirit, (which when all is said and done breathes life into our bones) of celebration.
I wish to repeat that, “above all this I wish you love.”
