Today is the day Ed died 24 years ago, on July 14, 1997. His widow, Alison Carrillo wrote this poem in his memory.
On Ed’s 24th Death Day
You left when I was young
Now I am old
Fresh from fifty…to crone
Will you know me?
“My, how you’ve grown!”
Still in love, even pining
Living more than twice our years together
Will I ever not know you?
9 thoughts on “On Ed’s 24th Death Day”
I miss him too Alison. Such a haunting suite of words. I can taste your tears.
Ed loved you and was like a kid so happy that you chose him.
Thanks, Christina. You have always been so generous with me in print. You have always gotten Ed, and I love you for it.
Beautiful. Universal. Sweet. We just learned one of our favorite paintings is one of his. He lives on. PRESENTE!
Mi tio, how I miss him. I see him all over my house in his amazing paintings. He left so much love in our hearts.
Beautiful thoughts float to his soul from yours. Thank you. Sending love.
Your poem is beautiful, Alison. I cannot believe it has been 24 years.
Really like this poem, Alison. Your warm heart and brilliant mind connect beautifully.
so sweet, Susan
How sweet to visit here