Because it shows process and conversation, and how one thing can lead to another. In this case, the point of sharing these stops along the road to give a wider audience to memorials deliberately placed by those who made them. Letting people see behind the curtain to the way someone picked up the thread and took it someplace even farther along is a sort of wonderful that a neat and tidy revised essay would not even hint at. This shows that at least here, you are allowed to participate in a story's unfolding, not just read it. It is the same reason I have not deleted your notes, pointing out my grammatical oversights. I'd rather show the interaction than cover my tracks. I'm not publishing a book here... this, at least for me is meant to be more spontaneous and forgiving.
I've waited all day, holding my words shut, carrying yours around. Such deep sadness deserves long silence. So much to sense and hear and take in---all the long and short moments, the swift seconds of souls leaving... crosses beside the road...
Stop! Look! Listen! Life is rushing past---
I stand still, to understand, and when I do, I fill with tears that don't fall...
I was fascinated with the photos and your story. I do a lot of family history research and was curious.
Nathan was 21 years old. 'Sheeve' was a nickname. Burns Times-Herald published an obituary on September 11, 2022. I wasn't sure it was appropriate to include the link, David.
An excellent question, sir. I do not have an answer. And that is one of the things that makes these memorials so fascinating... we can only barely piece together a few details. Everything else is left to the imagination.
Why don't you revise your essay?
Because it shows process and conversation, and how one thing can lead to another. In this case, the point of sharing these stops along the road to give a wider audience to memorials deliberately placed by those who made them. Letting people see behind the curtain to the way someone picked up the thread and took it someplace even farther along is a sort of wonderful that a neat and tidy revised essay would not even hint at. This shows that at least here, you are allowed to participate in a story's unfolding, not just read it. It is the same reason I have not deleted your notes, pointing out my grammatical oversights. I'd rather show the interaction than cover my tracks. I'm not publishing a book here... this, at least for me is meant to be more spontaneous and forgiving.
A revision would not negate your process.
I've waited all day, holding my words shut, carrying yours around. Such deep sadness deserves long silence. So much to sense and hear and take in---all the long and short moments, the swift seconds of souls leaving... crosses beside the road...
Stop! Look! Listen! Life is rushing past---
I stand still, to understand, and when I do, I fill with tears that don't fall...
until I see the cross inside your heart...
I'm awed and grateful for your poetic soul.
This poem is beautiful and takes the story somewhere better.
Kevin's question, Jann's research, your heartfelt poem...
I am touched by such generous interaction. Touched and inspired. Stories can work this way.
I was fascinated with the photos and your story. I do a lot of family history research and was curious.
Nathan was 21 years old. 'Sheeve' was a nickname. Burns Times-Herald published an obituary on September 11, 2022. I wasn't sure it was appropriate to include the link, David.
You are a gift. I love this, Jann. Thank you.
What if they’re the same person?
An excellent question, sir. I do not have an answer. And that is one of the things that makes these memorials so fascinating... we can only barely piece together a few details. Everything else is left to the imagination.