If nothing else, give refuge to those in need.
I feel what the poem is saying is true for all of us: we won't forget, we will always love, and if we can mobilize ourselves out of the zombie stage of grief, forgive ourselves for the inevitable collapses and be conscious and present with all that happened and is happening, and have energy to interact -tall order often, for me- well, I think that's a good thing, but it doesn't mean our love has changed. It doesn't mean we have forgotten.
Is this forward? up? I believe in the circularness, the roundness, of what is sometimes thought of as the feminine part of all of us, men or women. It is the shape we inhabit in the universe we know- can't help but feel that must have a big effect. And the wave motion, the tides, that come in and go out. Is forward not truly a directional goal but just one of the many moves in the dance?
As far as 'forward' goes, for me right now the goal is expressing myself clearly- hence honestly, and concisely, in a considered way, without excessive reactiveness. But boldly. As in what used to be said with a little gasp of judgmental horror-
"she's so FORWARD!" or "BOLD!"
I find all of you on this thread beautiful, and kind, and bold.
All of you express what we intimately know (or I for one don't think I'd still be here): that in concert with the pain we feel also plays the wonder, the gift, the complexity and the simpleness, of this most precious person whom we did not truly "lose," whose heart is forever connected to ours and inspires us in moments of clarity, to lead more considered lives, to be more accepting, more tender, more beautiful and more courageous.
Here's to more moments of clarity and a finer ear. Here's to those we love.