IN MEMORIAM

Certain sorrows, like certain cycles, can't be explained. Sometimes, the only way to deal with life's (and death's) mysteries is to suffer in silence and hope for the pain to dissipate and morph into a sacred and perpetual remembrance. When the thought, and throes, of death and loss are so deep, words need not be said. Alejo Carpentier wrote that we are succumbing to a surfeit of words even when the only promised land is that which a man can find within himself.

Wherefore, let my promised land be your peace, on your journey beyond, as we continue to grieve, more so for ourselves. And while all regrets are late, there is no reason to keep it: I'm sorry I failed to experience, first hand, the full essence of your virtues; somehow I pray for a tinge of your purity to dwell upon us...

Bye, Jonwee, we'll miss you.