Ruth Stackhouse
Don't give up! You have friends... <3
A friend of mine died a couple of weeks ago of pneumonia, I miss her. I'm glad we met and she gave me the writing opportunities she did. I freakin' wrote with an 88-year-old poet who I studied in highschool and a Canadian Poet Laureate because of her!
Don't really know what to do with this grief since I met her over the pandemic and never met her in person but I'm still very sad and kind of amazed that my last text from her was a thumbs up and two hearts. As you can read in the texts, she genuinely liked me AND my poetry which is hard to come by. If there is a higher power in this universe, what is it trying to teach me?
I remember writing in a poem once. "I lose friends like my mom loses door keys", it was a poem that was well received, even my mom thought it was funny.
:)
Ruth, I would have liked to meet you in person one day. Some good things just don't last.
Ruth went through a bunch of submissions I gave her and chose this. When I dream, I'm usually walking; Kate Bush came up in my dreams so I wrote this down.
ON MY FEET AGAIN
JANUARY 2023
I want nothing more than to dance
until my feet are sore.
I want nothing more than to walk
without anxiety, with confidence, without fear.
I’d take you in my arms
and dance a waltz
cut up a rug
I'd do a Kate Bush move
and run up that hill
Many people say it’s not a hill to die on
I have the Cadillac of wheelchairs
But I’d leave this thing in the dust
Just to hold you on my feet, again
:)
It was for you, Jeff. She REALLY REALLY liked it. I'm sorry I haven't shared it with you till now. Come to think of it, the drawing someone drew for Ruth's obituary reminds me of Kate Bush as well. Maybe that's why she chose it? I will never know.
Drawing of Ruth in discussion link.
<3
A friend of mine died a couple of weeks ago of pneumonia, I miss her. I'm glad we met and she gave me the writing opportunities she did. I freakin' wrote with an 88-year-old poet who I studied in highschool and a Canadian Poet Laureate because of her!
Don't really know what to do with this grief since I met her over the pandemic and never met her in person but I'm still very sad and kind of amazed that my last text from her was a thumbs up and two hearts. As you can read in the texts, she genuinely liked me AND my poetry which is hard to come by. If there is a higher power in this universe, what is it trying to teach me?
I remember writing in a poem once. "I lose friends like my mom loses door keys", it was a poem that was well received, even my mom thought it was funny.
:)
Ruth, I would have liked to meet you in person one day. Some good things just don't last.
Ruth went through a bunch of submissions I gave her and chose this. When I dream, I'm usually walking; Kate Bush came up in my dreams so I wrote this down.
ON MY FEET AGAIN
JANUARY 2023
I want nothing more than to dance
until my feet are sore.
I want nothing more than to walk
without anxiety, with confidence, without fear.
I’d take you in my arms
and dance a waltz
cut up a rug
I'd do a Kate Bush move
and run up that hill
Many people say it’s not a hill to die on
I have the Cadillac of wheelchairs
But I’d leave this thing in the dust
Just to hold you on my feet, again
:)
It was for you, Jeff. She REALLY REALLY liked it. I'm sorry I haven't shared it with you till now. Come to think of it, the drawing someone drew for Ruth's obituary reminds me of Kate Bush as well. Maybe that's why she chose it? I will never know.
Drawing of Ruth in discussion link.
<3