[Seattle Sam]

Rick, I just received this from my daughter-in-law. Thought it might help Kenny deal with the grief..

<font color="blue"> Beannacht (ìBlessingî in Irish)
John OíDonoghue

On the Day when the weight deadens on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance to balance you.

And when your eyes freeze behind the gray window
and the ghost of loss gets in to you,
may a flock of colors, indigo, red, green and azure blue
come to awaken in you a meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays in the curach of the thought
and a stain of ocean blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters a path of yellow moonlight to bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.

And so may a slow wind work these words of love around you,
an invisible cloak to mind your life.
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Best,
-Sam