Davey R JonesA Fantastic, Relentless Desire to Write

Jun
5thIn Loving Memory

Eulogy for Svetlana Mark Lunger   A Form of Going We all bow our heads. We whisper gone. What does that even mean? Gone is just another form of going.   When I say— When you say— When we all say gone what are we really trying to say?   Like the way we quietly ache and hold each other tighter, wondering how to get that much love again, crying tears and shaking heads and breaking hearts, weeping, “There’s a part of me that’s gone.”   Or like the way I had all of these great things worth saying if I’d just not realized how little I suddenly knew about life and had to confess, “Everything I thought I knew is gone.”   Gone is just another form of going. Like the way she leapt right out of her cancer and danced away peeking over her shoulder, saying, “I’m so much going I’m gone.”   Like the way her three-year-old daughter, her brother, her father, her mother, or my best friend—her husband, held her breathless body and said, “All that pain is gone.”   Like the way we tear at the starless night, and rage mad as wolves until the dawn breaking leaves us chorusing, “All that darkness gone.”   That’s what we say. That’s what we pray. That’s the force that lifts our faces to shine, love, count graces.   When we all say— When you say— When I say gone I’m really saying, “I’m bound to catch up [...]