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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When they died, it was not only a heart that stopped, nor merely a voice that fell silent. A library burned. Not the kind of library?built from stone and timber, with catalogues and numbered shelves, but one assembled slowly from years of seeing, wondering, remembering. Whole aisles vanished at once. The exact shade of evening on a childhood road. The joke that grew funnier with every retelling. The face of a friend whose name no one else could recall. The lessons learned from mistakes never written down. Volumes collapsed into ash. There were books on grief annotated by survival. Books on love dog-eared by devotion. Books on ordinary days that seemed forgettable until no one remained who remembered them. Some shelves held facts: birthdays, addresses, recipes, directions. Others held things for which no language exists— a mother's glance, the weight of a hand on a shoulder, the private meaning of a shared silence. And though a few books had been copied, lent out, quoted to others, most existed nowhere else. Now the doors are closed. The lamps are dark. Dust settles where stories once stood. We gather what fragments remain: a sentence remembered, a photograph, a habit inherited, a tale told secondhand. Yet we know that countless volumes are gone forever. For every person who dies takes with them a collection that can never be rebuilt— a singular archive of a singular life. And so we mourn not only the one who left, but the unwritten histories, the unshared wisdom, the irreplaceable library that disappeared with them. ~Johnny Adicks 2026.06 Inspired by what my wife Cindi said, “When a person dies, that library of knowledge dies with them”.
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