Keris.

[the_gwenzilliad]

It seems wrong to remain silent, having read all these tributes and posts, tweets and Facebook notes, about my friend Chris Croughton, aka Keris. My thoughtful stepdaughters rang filceolaire and me simultaneously on Saturday morning to let us know what had happened, and I'm so grateful they did

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[cathain]

Many years ago I wrote a poem about my father and his death. The last verse is appropriate here:

But know ye all this truth, forever the Bard's music lives on
It beats in the hearts of those hearing it and they pass it in their own song.
So mourn not the death of the passing Bard, nor give up his ghost to the end
But bend your ear to the music and hear his heart on the wind.

[valydiarosada]

That's lovely. And as you say, it's appropriate.

[ladymondegreen]

I've kept this tab up to read over and over. The last paragraph is so powerful, and so true.

*offers hugs*

[roaming]

And should you glimpse my wandering form
out on the borderline
between death and resurrection
and the council of the pines
Do not worry for my comfort
Do not sorrow for me so
All your diamond tears will rise up
and adorn the sky beside me, when I go