In remembrance of my late husband I had a booklet of his poems printed professionally. The booklet turned out quite nicely. In fact, my sister-in-law called me to tell me how beautifully it appears and how much she appreciates having access to a part of her brother’s life that she didn’t know existed. On the other hand, two of my husband’s friends who received a copy at about the same time as my sister-in-law, haven’t read it yet. I found that very disappointing. I should realize that my enthusiasm for the project cannot be matched by all who knew my love. Of course, I say that the poem book was produced “in remembrance”, but in truth, it was produced because the poems are worth reading for their own sake.
My husband was a visual artist. I spend inordinate amounts of time trying to find a museum that will take the remainder of his collection to be exhibited ad infinitum . Just as his visual images are full of energy and enthusiasm for life, so are his words. Years ago, a medical doctor told me that we can only influence those within our circle. Perhaps I am trying to widen my husband’s circle. In my view, the world would be a better place influenced by my love’s images and words. I must keep my resolve to spread his personal “lust for life” to the four corners of an ever-widening circle.