East Meets West

I promised a friend of mine that I would send her a copy of the eulogy that Danny's professor gave in September 2005. We were having a discussion about religion after she so sweetly found my name in her address book and thought to call me up. I, of course, think there is just one Jesus way to heaven and she doesn't, so I said Dan had written a paper comparing Lao Tze to Christianity. Did she want to read it? She said "yes." We knew each other's sons when they were darling little precocious boys in New York.

I went to the memory book Stephanie made me and copied the eulogy. In looking through the book a little bit, of course I started to cry. I found the poem I wrote for him and cried some more.

Here it is:

Combien aimes-tu maman? Comme ca? Comme ca? Comme ca!

Do you know how much I love you?
Love you still,
Though you lay in rocky ground
At the top of Knox hill.

I always had the feeling you just
Put up with me,
Your "quirky" mother,
After you had lost your first baby love
When you would hug my neck
And bring me stones and flowers.

You were the wise one,
Bringing me counsel
In place of posies.
In your wisdom,
Now that you know all things,
Do you know how much I love you?
Love you still.