Warrior's Wyrd: Sing His Song

It's one of the ironies of my 'bardic' spirit that when it counts, my eloquence usually fails.

Other people tonight have been able to put into words far better than I the loss we feel:

http://grouchyoldcoot.livejournal.com/57334.html

Joel, I love you.

http://liamstliam.livejournal.com/465382.html

Thank you, Liam.

http://baronessekat.livejournal.com/433974.html

Tina, honey, you know how much I love you and the girls.


http://meirwen.livejournal.com/233945.html

Rosemary and Loie, my deepest sympathies. Now and in the weeks and months to come, say the word and if it's in my power, I'm yours.


patrikia and baronessekat and many others have been compiling and posting pictures and other reminiscences.

http://baronessekat.livejournal.com/433743.html


For when a warrior's gone,
If you but sing his song,
Truly that warrior never dies.

My own words are stillborn and leaden. Everything sounds too trite or too maudlin. I wore "Morguhn" green today and I know that this coming weekend will be an odd mix for me, but that's the way life is. I'll honour his presence in my life as often as I raise a glass or try, fumbling, to explain his significance to those who didn't know him.

The Dragon of AEthelmearc has passed. It still seems impossible and inexplicable. He was a pillar of the Society and a genuinely kind person with an endless capacity to give.

I mourn my friend.