You were the color of joy, melding the energy of red and the happiness of yellow. You were the warmth of sunshine, balance, expression, and fascination. Our time together was so brief. But you told me about the velum bible, the history of 900 years, you showed me the rusty seax, bubbled and mottled, wielded by an ancestor that surely took lives. I looked for old blood on it, after all this time. You took me to see Jon Adelstein’s grave. I didn’t understand your inner agony, until now, because your compassion and warmth for everyone else hid your wounded heart so well. You were so selfless. You were our color of harvest, of autumn, the changing of the leaves and pumpkins. You were Engi’s life. I would have liked to have known you more.
Take care of all your memories, for you cannot relive them – Bob Dylan