From the Old Sailor on the Death of his Friend Sylvie.

Trenz Pruca

to be part of her journey has been an adventure…
to be part of her life has been a priceless gift…
there is no perfect life…
but we fill in with perfect moments…
death leaves a heartache
no one can heal;
love leaves a memory
no one can steal.
saying goodbye to a loved one is
surely one of life’s most difficult
tasks. there are no words powerful
enough, no music soothing enough,
to ease the pain at a time like this.

I shall miss my dear friend Sylvie, from whom I’ve learned so much. But I
know her life could not have been fuller

and I draw comfort knowing she died on her

own terms with courage, grace, and dignity.

None of us could ask for more.
Good life, good death through control and choice.
I loved Sylvie not because of who she was, but because of who I was when I was with
her…to the world she may be only one person, but to me, she was the world…
maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the person, we will know how to be grateful.

I don’t want to cry because it is over, let me smile because it happened…

  • Author: Trenz Pruca (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 21st, 2020 13:44
  • Comment from author about the poem: This was taken from a communication with the friend I call the old sailor who after a tumultuous and adventuresome life spends the burnt end of his life is a tiny room in Bangkok surrounded by his memories.
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Comments5

  • Goldfinch60

    Super words Trenz, those we love who pass leave their memories within us and they can never be taken away so that person will be with you forever.

    Andy

  • Trenz Pruca

    Thanks Andy

  • L. B. Mek

    'I loved Sylvie not because of who she was, but because of who I was when I was with her… to the world she may be only one person, but to me, she was the world…
    maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the person, we will know how to be grateful.
    I don’t want to cry because it is over, let me smile because it happened…'
    such depth, such bravery to face pain and dig through its poisons to produce a timeless diamond for any who may be suffering with the debilitating suffocation that loss inevitably brings,
    an astounding work of inked wisdom and pure authenticity!

    • Trenz Pruca

      Thank you. That was very gracious of you.

    • Dove

      Your every word pure from the heart! The message at the end, just beautiful! We should smile for the memories, and not cry for the loss! I do both! Reminds me of my father, first time he ever cried was when we buried my mother! I’m sure he smiled at her memories!

    • Trenz Pruca

      I am sure he did also. Thank you.



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