This morning our grand father and great grandfather slipped away peacefully in his sleep. A gracious, handsome and always humble gentleman. Closing his eyes on a long and happy 101 year journey. Next week our family will be gathering to bid him a poignant farewell. The last time we all were together was a joyous and happy occasion. The celebration of his hundredth birthday.
Not long after, this poem was penned by my then twelve year old daughter. A reflection of a long life. Well lived. In honour of her great grandfather. Vale Nono. Sleep Well. You will always be remembered for your courage, dignity and grace.
A Long Life. Well Lived.
In this my hundredth year I know
my fleeting destiny
my borrowed time on earth
is but a precious gift.
An infinitesimal moment
burning brightly, briefly
flickering, fading finitely
the simplicity of a life well lived
in the moment.
An ordinary existence
extraordinary in its longevity
interceded by the spinning wheel of fortune,
buffeted by the lustering winds of change,
humbled by the capriciousness of fate.
Smiles on me.
With wide eyed wonder
I soar high on angel’s wings
bearing testimony to all that is great and good,
awestruck by the world’s majesty and grace.
Fickle faithless Fortuna
With a heavy, ponderous heart
I plunge headlong into a valley of tears,
bewildered by mankind’s destructiveness,
uncomprehending of the cruelty of the universe.
I am blessed.
I have endured
the vagaries of a lifetime.
Vanquished by the mellifluous passage of time
I am content.
Courage. Dignity. Grace.