Since Bruce’s illness was revealed, a tumbling stream of stories has flowed into our PO Box from all over. Handwritten, scrawled, typed letters and cards, hilarious tales, poems, photos, drawings…. Eloquent, beautiful, heartfelt, exquisite recounting of a joyful life, love, true friendship. They paint a picture of Bruce, and also reflect the other story… truly incredible people that are his life’s blood, his joy.
We’ve read these tales aloud to each other, laughed, cried, and laughed until we cried... They’ve fast become a work of art about our beloved storyteller, weaving a tribal tapestry of love and kinship. Common threads, wild patterns, brilliant, unusual colors, and a strong warp...
Now, there’s unbearable emptiness. But the stories fill the space in my heart, and I know the grief will lift into gratitude. We had almost four decades of adventures. We were always sure we spent earlier lives together. It calms me, eases the anguish, and gives me something to look forward to!
Bruce fought for quality of life to the end, and he left the planet from home, gently aloft, released from his struggle to survive. The last days were very hard, but the finale was serene, peaceful, quiet, and filled with love and light. His energy remains with all of us.
I’m surrounded by love and support, and I’m getting some long overdue rest. I have help with the practical details. Bruce’s work will continue in safe hands - arrangements are in process. He wanted no formalities, but soon, with Bruce’s closest friends and family, we’ll plan a gathering that allows time for travel plans without costly plane fares and hurried journeys. I’ll post the date as soon as we have it.
Keep the stories coming, we’re not done…
Blessings and love to all our family, friends, our tribe far and wide.