December 30, 2023
December 30, 2023
In “Time Does Not Bring Relief; You All Have Lied,” Edna St. Vincent Millay describes what it feels like to live without someone you have deeply loved:
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go,—so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, “There is no memory of him here!”
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.
Robby was such an important part of our lives that, although he has been dead for over 10 years, his absence can still feel almost as tangible as his presence once did.
I am grateful to all of you for writing tributes in honor of Robby on what would have been his 33rd birthday. And I am also mindful of the many friends and family members who also dearly loved Robby and who might not write tributes but, as Edna St. Vincent Millay so eloquently wrote, will often “…stand stricken, so remembering him.”
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go,—so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, “There is no memory of him here!”
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.
Robby was such an important part of our lives that, although he has been dead for over 10 years, his absence can still feel almost as tangible as his presence once did.
I am grateful to all of you for writing tributes in honor of Robby on what would have been his 33rd birthday. And I am also mindful of the many friends and family members who also dearly loved Robby and who might not write tributes but, as Edna St. Vincent Millay so eloquently wrote, will often “…stand stricken, so remembering him.”