Cyrus found a note in one of my father's books
September 21, 2022
Dad had transcribed part of a What Whitman poem that feels like a message to his friends and descendants:
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.
Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you.
- Walt Whitman, 'Song of Myself'
It has been two years since dad died. I'll leave this memory here so at least I don't forget it.
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.
Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you.
- Walt Whitman, 'Song of Myself'
It has been two years since dad died. I'll leave this memory here so at least I don't forget it.