A Profound Loss - Rest in Peace

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RIP to Don Ingram.

My cousin Maryann is a beautiful soul. She has lived a great life where love is the sense most felt. So it is a certain profound loss when someone leaves that inner circle of love.

I can't imagine it, but Maryann lost her husband, Don, who was a good man and a talented musician, and lover of the good music. No Drake or Nelly there.

Beautiful music.

And it pains me to think that Maryann is going to have to work to find that ever-present smile that she always sends out to the world. Her laugh is what makes a lot of music in our family, and so when she hurts, of course we all hurt.

Being an adult sucks because there are so many times when we are confronted with mortality. Don was way too young to go. Jeff was way too young to go. Jan was too young to go. Uncle Jim should have had twenty more years. Dad should have lived longer. Aunt Carolyn went too soon.

Yet it's a crap shoot. We get a certain number of days, a finite number of breaths, and what day and time that last one will come we will never know.

I'm not quite sure we'd want to know, either.

So it stands to reason that we need to put our best foot forward each day. We need to build our house with love at the foundation.

We need to laugh hard, and bring that smile to the world, day after day, after day, after day.

We should love our family with everything we have.

Yet Maryann and the family did all that, and now they're hurting like they've never hurt before.

Is it worth it?

You bet your ass it is.

The music just sounds better every single day when it's played with precision and grace.

Life is better when love lays the groundwork.

So sorry for my beautiful cousin and her wonderful family.

Our wonderful family.

Love will win in the end though.

Keep showing us that wonderful smile.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Cliff - you said something like this before, that you hurt because there was so much love. Love to you and all. Carol
30 December, 2012
Dave said…
Very well said Cliff
30 December, 2012
Anonymous said…
Beautiful. You said it perfectly. And the people said.....Amen!
Love, Gail
30 December, 2012
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