From: braley@binkley.cs.mcgill.ca (The Didi-Sprite)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: Friends ... forever ...
Date: 28 Sep 92 18:10:34 GMT
Organization: SOCS - Mcgill University, Montreal, Canada
Originator: braley@binkley.cs.mcgill.ca

In article <1992Sep28.132933.1839@samba.oit.unc.edu> Jack.Smoke@bbs.oit.unc.edu (Jack Smoke) writes:

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	Among my people it is believed that you can send things to the 
dead, things that they might need.  I brought with me his flight jacket.
In the Navy, each flight jacket is individual, different patces, different 
placements of patches.  Art was proud of his."
	Smoke tosses the jacket into the fire and sits back,
watching it burn.

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Shadows fall long upon the velvety surface of the meadow as all the
patrons gather 'round the fire, watching the flickering tongues scorch
and devour Arty's navel jacket.  

The Didi-Sprite approaches Smoke and stands silently at his side, 
finally she speaks:  "I have nothing but words to offer our friend.  
Words that are never spoken enough in Life.  They are written upon this
parchment and I shall read them now ... and I hope that all of you will
understand, that though I speak them to, and for Arty, they are meant
for all of you as well ... 

			      *  LOVE  *


			   I love you,
			   Not only for what you are,
			   But for what I am 
			   When I am with you.

			   I love you,
			   Not only for what 
			   You have made of yourself,
			   But for what
			   You are making of me.

			   I love you
			   for the part of me
			   That you bring out;
			   I love you
			   For putting your hand
			   Into my heaped-up heart
			   And passing over
			   All the foolish, weak things
			   That you can't help
			   Dimly seeing there,
			   And for drawing out 
			   Into the light
			   All the beautiful belongings
			   That no one else had looked
			   Quite far enough to find.

			   I love you because you
			   Are helping me to make
			   Of the lumber of my life
			   Not a tavern
			   But a temple;
			   Out of the works
			   of my every day 
			   Not a reproach
			   But a song.

			   I love you
			   Because you have done
			   More than any creed
			   Could have done
			   To make me good,
			   And more than any fate
			   Could have done
			   To make me happy.

			   You have done it
			   Without a touch,
			   Without a word,
			   Without a sign.
			   You have done it
			   By being yourself.
			   Perhaps that is what
			   Being a friend means,
			   After all.

				     BY:  Roy Croft

                           
			   We have met, you and I, Dear Friend.
			   Our minds and hearts have touched.
			   And in this way, we have loved.
			   You became a part of me ... and that
			   part will never die.

                           Never alone shall you be.

			   I love you, Arty.  
			   I wish you peace.

				       --  Didi --     "



Didi slowly rolls the parchment into a cylinder, and reaches out
for Smoke's hand before placing it in the flames.  Together they
watch as it curls and turns to ashes in the heat; a few black flakes 
are driven aloft and dance for a moment in an updraft, then settle 
on the pyre.  Didi turns to Smoke and offers him a hug.

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The Didi-Sprite
Montreal * Canada

braley@binkley.cs.mcgill


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