Rest, there...{for Amy}

She was an amazing artist, a friend like no other..addiction takes people like this, away..

Reminiscent of your smile and your bodacious laugh;

All the laughs we shared;

Making up words and breaking a few ‘norms’- we just wanted to laugh out loud ‘til it hurt.

Seeing you happy; feeling your pain among our common journey;

Hoping you would hang on just a little bit longer.

Addiction is so strong; it takes hold to the best of us ‘til we have nothing left and it keeps on feeding.

I remember a day you were in such pain, tired of the fight;

You called my name and came to my arms- I smelled the blues you tried to wash away.

 

You fought it many times, but it over threw you and you gave in.

But there’s still a strength about you,

Your art so strong;

your pottery that’s traveled the world-so uniquely powerful and beautiful-

 Your push to survive;

your aliveness bleeding through every artistic genre.

 

I felt your presence today; walking around the places you walked around,

Seeing the books I know you’d enjoy, laughing at things I know you’d laugh at.

I felt your spirit too- being around the people who love you so much.

It was so hard walking into that room that bore your name indicating that’s where we’d honor your life.

I tried to be strong today-I even tried denial,

but when I got to the pew, I broke into tears-in disbelief that this couldn't’t be true.

 

I got so angry at you [while I was] sitting there, wondering why you didn’t call, why we’d broke apart.

I’d missed you so long; but addiction took you away way before you walked away and long before you died.

 

I listened to a song you loved, “Imagine”; I could see you relaxing in the rain, thinking what next to create.

We laughed, and cried;

Remembered you happy, remembered you heroic.

You’re still strong in my mind,

As strong as the strongest tower,

A beautiful mind over taken, but still strong in my heart and love, in an artistic world, where you stayed conscious

when all else failed-I bet you are throwing clay in a safe place at this very moment.

 

My heart remembers you beautiful,

Remembers you laughing the laugh that showered the room with such happiness and raining the arts about the

skyline.

 

And along with the people I sat with today took a piece of you, had a piece of you within them

and somehow their life was changed by you.

 

I know my life has been forever changed, by you.

 

Relax there, Amy, in that artists’ haven,

Throw your clay, there, make your collage, there; turn the pieces of clutter into a masterpiece.

Laugh there; relax with your father there.

Rest peacefully, there;

know that I love you and I’ll never forget you.

 

I sure hoped that you would keep walking here with us,

but your soul must’ve been weary and tired of it all.

So I will paint for you on this end,

I will remember to laugh and relax into sadness and get ‘comfy’ with

a brush and all the pieces,

And hold on to something I can’t quite see;

I will continue to fight the fight on this end.

~

Relax there, in that artist haven,

Throw your clay, make your collage, there,

turn all the pieces into a Master piece, there.

~

Laugh there; relax with your father there.

~

I hoped within me, that you would keep walking here with us,

But your story was written differently; a story written by God.

and,

Your soul- must’ve been weary and tired of it all.

~

Relax there, in that artist refuge.   

 

Reviews

[Dani California]

This is so beautifully written and touching. Wow. You've certainly painted a perfect picture of Amy... for Amy. This is heartbreaking, real and incredibly well written..

"So I will paint for you on this end,
I will remember to laugh and relax into sadness and get 'comfy' with
a brush and all the pieces,"

And that you are.... indeed. Beautiful.