For Glen 31 Brother of My Soul 02/21/03

This was written for my friend Glen while I lived back in Oregon he fell climbing the Flatirons here near Denver Colorado and died. I started writing to deal with the grief.

It's been a year

Not enough time to replace that missing part

a hole through the heart

You were the brother of my spirit, kindred

You were funny so funny

 I was silly so silly

 

We walked and inhaled the beauty of the mountains

The very ones that took you away

the ones you loved enough to give your life to them

It took a year to realize you were gone

Never would we take our "hell hikes" again

 

you were a man-child no wife no kids

No special love of your own

Why did you have to climb that day?

It was even an easy climb for you they said

 

I was so angry at you at god at the fates

That you had so little chance to live

taken from us at thirty-one

I lost a friend your mother lost a son

 

Now sadness has replaced the ire

Wanted to weep all week drowning in an emotional mire

not accepting that we grieve so long

for the one who were different

The ones who died too young.