|Captain Carroll LeFon USN (retired) RIP|
It's not a penny found on the street
Scuffed, darkened and pocketed.
It requires penny after penny after penny
Of time and thought and laughter
Accumulated in a Mason jar in the kitchen sunshine.
I carried the jar
Toward the maple table to count moments,
To plan a shared splurge when the phone rang.
And the jar fell to the tile shattering
Into pennies rolling, clattering, circling,
Glass shards everywhere.
I scooped them into piles.
Blood dripped from my hands
To stone squares, on clear glass running red,
On piled and scattered pennies.
There's not a good way foundTo lose a friend.
I never met him in person, yet we were friends. The first blog I followed when I started blogging, the blogger I stayed loyal to through the years. Wise words are like pennies collected on the street, as change, in drawers. In the end, we are richer for them.
Smart, a poet, a fighter pilot who loved his wife and family. I will miss him but there's joy in the words and photos and thoughts and friendships he nurtured on his blog Neptunus Lex. In the end I am richer for knowing him. We are all richer.