A Friend and a Poet - Rohn Bayes

It's Saturday and I'm reviewing in my mind the last few weeks. Seems like a year has passed.

One of the joyful moments that occured was seeing a tall lanky man standing outside the glass door of my studio last week. There was Rohn Bayes, my friend the poet, peering down at me with those big loving eyes and scruffy-beard face.

Rohn had heard about Sharon's passing (via her blog) and he wanted to come by and talk. I remember wanting to cry just seeing him there. I've only known Rohn a few years but each time I'm with him it's like being with a friend I've known for 30 years.  He's like an old Zen master who just seems to know and feel.

I want you to know about his poetry blog. He talks about his life, his experiences and top on his mind is his 87-year-old mother.  It's so touching. Last year about this time he lost his dog and that passing was traumatic for him and he expresses that difficult time in his poetry so beautifully.

Take a moment, visit with him and enjoy his quirky, loving, insightful, sensitive thoughts - 'his way'.

Tom

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[Tom]

Beautiful post, Shirley. It is so true, Love was Sharon's gift. Still is.

Thank you.
Tom

[Shirley Bench]

As a Methodist minister in South Wales, it is my privilege to be asked to conduct many funerals. The following two items have been of comfort to folks who have lost loved ones:

You can shed tears that she has gone, or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back, or you can close your eyes and see all that she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her, or you can be full of the love you have shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow because of yesterday, or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her and only that she is gone, or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back, or you can do what she'd want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

~Anonymous

And:
What is dying?
A ship sails and I stand watching until she fades on the horizon. Someone at my side says, "She's gone." Gone where? Gone from my sight, that's all. She is just as large and real as when I saw her. The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not in her. And just when someone at my side says, "She's gone," there are others watching her coming, and other voices take up the glad shout, "There she comes!" And that is dying.

~Bishop Brent

Sharon was unbelievably special.
Love was her gift. Let us cherish it and follow in her example.