A warm man, who took family seriously, and was the best provider in the world. My words, not his.

He was fun, funny, and serious all at once. He always treated us well. I loved, admired, and respected him.

He died of a broken heart. His stroke came just days after Janet died. I didn’t really believe that was possible. I now believe.

He was a badass in his younger days, for sure. A Navy fighter pilot, engineer, and energetic young man.

Scott learned to be a really good man from his dad, Bob. I miss them both. I miss Scott every single day, he was the best there is.

One of the treasures that came to the surface while we were packing up Bob and Janet’s home this week, was a poem that Scott shared with Janet before he died in 2018. It’s beautiful. I feel compelled to share it here.

I hope the three of them are partying and laughing their hearts out together in the 4th, 5th, or 6th dimension. I love you Scott, Bob, and Janet. The universe is a different place without you.

The Grand 2017

It’s sunlight dancing on the water

And having just enough when you have nothing left

It is finding a path when you seem utterly lost
It is a kind word in the face of unkindness

A path of deep water in a shallow twisted maze
It is caring for your Grandparents and then your Parents as Death takes them from you

It is fulfillment and joy in the face of fear and loathing 
The face of God for the lucky few who find it
It is evolution and devolution all at once
It is building up and moving forward 
The apex of all we have as humans
Empathy

It’s not a billion plastic presents under the tree 
Not a big house full of things 
It is making a decision to be content

It is a hand to hold 
A face to kiss

A smile and a tear
It is picking up and washing off 
Something someone else discarded

It’s pulling weeds to clear a garden
The buzz of a bee
To the ear of a deaf flower

The sun on my face 
As I sit by the riverside

A hot spring
On a cold cold winter night

It is union
In a chaotic world
It is patience 
And knowing

The smell of vanilla and musk
The tastes of salt and sugar
Vinegar 
Wine

Whiskey to the lips of some
A cigarette for others

It is that last stroke
That sends you into the void and over the edge
A place not all will find
If the sun does rise 
Rain may fall from the skies

Our heart beats on through 
Like an eternal song
We begin again

To walk on in any direction 
Our thoughts a compass
Emptiness 
The great abyss 
Darkness

A line in the sand
Enigmatic 
Oceans, rivers, creeks
The sky, the sun , the stars
Rain

The rhythm of my breath
The beat of my heart
The song of the river

Singing to my soul
Sleep it comes to me
Late in the autumn eve
Dreams come too

Of the morning sun
The smell of smoke 
The crackle of a campfire 
A hot cup of coffee in hand
Awakened by the roar of rapids
In the Canyon 
On the Grand

David A Black (Blacky)
The Grand 2017

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