Requiem

SEAN HOLTON

November 29, 2011

“The path is one which we must all tread: why, then, mourn his death? He is not lost, but gone before.  Seneca The Younger”

For those who have been following Sean's blog Same Time Tomorrow, Sean's journey with brain cancer came to an end today.  He will be deeply missed by all who knew him, knew of him, or just read his wonderful words.  He was a man of humor, dignity, generosity, and intelligence.  The world is a little darker today, but you are all invited to the wake.  Bring your own Jamesons.

Home Is the Sailor

Home is the sailor, home from sea:
Her far-borne canvas furled
The ship pours shining on the quay
The plunder of the world.

Home is the hunter from the hill:
Fast in the boundless snare
All flesh lies taken at his will
And every fowl of air.

'Tis evening on the moorland free,
The starlit wave is still:
Home is the sailor from the sea,
The hunter from the hill.

A. E. Houseman

From Sean laying upon his hospice bed: Thanks to all who have left so many encouraging messages of support on my wall during the past couple of weeks. Your support has meant the world to me as I shrivel up in a state of near nothingness each afternoon watching cooking shows and storing my bodily waste in pickle jars and waiting for these damn Mormons to finish my blood transfusion so I can watch Ice Station Zebra one more time -- (with apologies to Howard Hughes).