Spencer Bell, the Song that Will Never End.
Today marks the 3rd anniversary of the day that Brady Bell, Spencer’s younger brother, took him to the Emergency Room for stomach pains.
Never would they have guessed that he would be diagnosed with Adrenal cancer, that his young life would be cut extremely short.
I speak of Spencer’s courage quite often, but I rarely touch on the courage of Brady, of their parents, of Spencer’s family and friends.
Please understand, it isn’t because I downplay their relationship to him, but it is because I don’t have the words to bring them comfort, I don’t have the words to do them justice.
Having lost people very near, and dear to my heart, to cancer, I can tell you, there aren’t any words that anyone can say, to ease any bit of grief that you house in your soul.
So, I want them to know, in my unspoken words, there is respect, reverence, there is love, support, care, there is someone who knows that nothing can bring Spencer back, that nothing can lesson a fraction of that grief, and more than anything, there is a deep appreciation, and gratitude, for sharing Spencer with the rest of us, that would not have been blessed to know him otherwise.
Today, and every day we should always remember to say I love you to the ones we love, to embrace this thing we call life, because it’s taken away much too soon. Today, and every day after, we should eat dessert first, we should fall in love.
Today, we should dance like nobody is watching to the song of our hearts, and form the eternal knowledge that even after any of us are gone, the music lives on.
A poem that made me think of Spencer, and smile:
Do not weep for me for I have not gone.
I am the wind that shakes the mighty Oak.
I am the gentle rain that falls upon your face.
I am the spring flower that pushes through the dark earth.
I am the chuckling laughter of the mountain stream.
Do not weep for me for I have not gone.
I am the memory that dwells in the heart of those that knew me.
I am the shadow that dances on the edge of your vision.
I am the wild goose that flies south at Autumns call and I shall return at Summer rising.
I am the stag on the wild hills way.
I am just around the corner.
Therefore, the wise weep not.
But rejoice at the transformation of my Being.
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Posted on November 25th, 2009 at 8:31 am
I didn’t comment, not that i hadn’t read but I couldn’t utter a single word.
Love you, Spencer.
Though I might not have met you , I care for you.
And for all those you’ve introduced me too.
Brady, Ben, Bill, Willow, Lea, Libby, and so on.
So long, all of you. I promise, i’ll be there in August, to celebrate together, a soul that still rings loud.
To The Lyricist,
Always grateful, Spencer.
Somehow,
One day, I know
We’ll succeed to share that beer.