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* My best friend in the world died yesterday.
Brian Monahan was one of the kindest, most gentle, decent free spirits I’ve ever known. He was one of the only people I’ve ever met who had no animosity in his heart. He believed strongly in his principles and he fought like hell for what he thought was right, but he never hated anyone. Ever.
We went through some crazy times together. Flat broke, no furniture in our Rockford apartment and then our tiny little house in Springfield, recycling cigarette butts into roll-your-owns, drinking beer out of gallon jugs, hitch-hiking to campus. It was Brian’s idea to call our favorite radio station to request one, last song before our electricity was shut off. That’s the way he was. Let’s make a rainbow even in the darkest hours.
The Chicago funeral arrangements aren’t finished as I write this, but we’re having a potluck supper in his memory this Sunday night around 7 at the Brewhaus in Springfield. He left behind two beautiful daughters, Molly & Wendy, his wife Rachel and his stepson Kaleb…
We’ll also pass the hat for his kids.
Needless to say, I’m not sure that we’ll be updating this site on Monday. I’ll let you know.
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung,
Would you hear my voice come through the music,
Would you hold it near as it were your own?It’s a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken,
Perhaps they’re better left unsung.
I don’t know, don’t really care
Let there be songs to fill the air.Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.Reach out your hand if your cup be empty,
If your cup is full may it be again,
Let it be known there is a fountain,
That was not made by the hands of men.There is a road, no simple highway,
Between the dawn and the dark of night,
And if you go no one may follow,
That path is for your steps alone.Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.You who choose to lead must follow
But if you fall you fall alone,
If you should stand then who’s to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you home.
posted by Rich Miller
Friday, Oct 16, 09 @ 4:37 pm
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