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advent journal: memorying

Milton Brasher-Cunningham

17 Dec 2018 — 1 min read

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My dear friend David Gentiles died on December 18 nine years ago. I am still conscious of both his absence and his presence. Going through some old poems tonight I found this one that I wrote after he sent me a note to say he was listening to his John Denver records, a musical love we shared. That old poem heightens my awareness of what his life and legacy means to me.

memorying

it was a short note an old friend wrote all he said was he was “vinlying” John Denver records that’s all, yet the mere mention of the melodies sent me “memorying” across layers of time to long ago nights when we played and sang and talked of poems, prayers and promises and things that we believed in I still know the chords and the words and the feelings they have aged right along with me, as have the friends, and I’m grateful for them all

Peace,
Milton

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