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I’m an old man, though not as old as I was ten years ago when I thought I would be dead by now; that was hypochondria talking. I have a friend, my best friend, who's somewhat older than I am, yet older than he actually is, and is very slowly and very surely killing himself. How do I say to him that I’ll accompany him on his journey, if only in my heart, that I don’t judge his choices? How do I thank him for being with me on my journey? What will I do when he is no longer one of my life’s companions, other than in my memory? Can love accompany passage into the void, through the passion of cremation, to the scattering of the ashes? I have no answers, only hope.

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Allan Koven

Date: 5/29/2013 1:00:00 PM

Growing older brings with it similar questions. I like the way you express your thoughts. They resonate.

Jack Jordan
Date: 5/29/2013 2:02:00 PM

Thank you. Being older has it's rewards, among them awareness of mortality in one's self and in others, especially those close... Jack

Karen Anglesey

Date: 5/17/2013 7:59:00 PM

I am so drawn into your fantastic ability to express exactly what the reader needs to know and feel. Again, you are a master of this fine art in a way that is unsurpassed. I would buy your book.

Jack Jordan
Date: 5/17/2013 9:14:00 PM

I read all four of your replies, and I must say I'm blushing a bit. Thank you for your kind words. No book though... Jack

Painted Hunter

Date: 5/16/2013 6:30:00 AM

You've stunned me again, Jack. I absolutely love this...another fave

Jack Jordan
Date: 5/16/2013 8:10:00 AM

Thank, Caleb. I really do think about this frequently. It's difficult to watch, let alone accept his choice. I appreciate the comment.

Timothy Hicks

Date: 5/14/2013 9:43:00 AM

This is heartbreakingly sad to read, but the emotions are really raw and relate-able. I don't feel death coming soon, but my best friend has made a couple crummy choices and it's hard not to judge (even when that's exactly what I want to do). He's finally broken the bad habits, which I'm thankful for, but it for sure took some time! I hope you and your friend make the best of your time in the here and now. A poem of great introspection...

Jack Jordan
Date: 5/14/2013 10:24:00 AM

Thank you, Timothy. We don't see each often, but we visit almost daily via email. We stay as close as we can... Jack

Seosamh De Burca

Date: 5/13/2013 12:35:00 PM

I feel your sadness and a sense of hopelessness in your poem. And as manel wrote a very touchy poem. You have a young heart and I'm sure full of wonderful memories which you share and continue to share with your dear friend.

Jack Jordan
Date: 5/13/2013 1:04:00 PM

It is sad, and will be, but as I said, the choices are his, and I have to respect that.Thanks for commenting... Jack

Manel Gunatillake

Date: 5/13/2013 10:27:00 AM

my dear Jack, very touchy poem. I agree with you, loosing a best friend is as painful as loosing one of your own blood line or much more. You'll have many many decades to worry about my friend. Wish you good health which is wealth indeed.

Jack Jordan
Date: 5/13/2013 11:41:00 AM

The best sort of wealth. Thanks for commenting... Jack