Introduction
Loss is a part of us. Whether part of our medical practice or in our personal lives, loss is something we all experience. The following poem was written in response to the loss of Charles Murray, a kind and caring man who touched countless lives. Charles worked for peace and social justice in Cleveland and beyond. In my world he was part of our extended family, as he was not only a colleague but a dear friend of my now-deceased father. Charles brought warmth to every encounter, and deep thought to every interaction. Discussions led to more discussions, and hours led to hours of reflection on topics such as capital punishment, poverty, disenfranchisement, and moral and religious issues in modern life.
Charles died ten years ago, in March 2003, after years of serious health struggles. My father and my mother were present for Charles through his death as they had been through his life, and helped him maintain peace and dignity while exiting this world.
My personal experience with loss has included numerous family members and friends. Charles' death was the first time I engaged in writing about loss.
Warm evenings walking the neighborhood.
Dinner perhaps, or just talking under the backyard tree.
Summer sailor's tanned face beneath a white beard,
Gentle picture of friendship and honesty.
Hard to say goodbye, but only for the living.
Peaceful now and finally free.
