When I think of April, I think of Walt Whitman’s poem and tribute to President Abraham Lincoln, so poignantly titled, When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d after the President’s April death.
It is the blooming season. It is the brink- that time right between the end of things and the beginning of the new, waiting to burst forth.
When I think of April, I think of that season where great souls sigh. Many take that last breath and release all that has been. They have fought the good fight and as they laid down their coats of arms, they said, “I gave it my all.”
They have turned it over and simply say, “Well, let’s see what others have to say about my contributions, my talents and my gifts. I shared what was graciously given to me.”
And the list begins with those who exhaled in April:
Prince, renowned musician and artist
Doug Banks, Chicago radio talk show host
William Shakespeare, playwright
Abraham Lincoln, 16th President of the US
Martin Luther King, Jr., Preacher
Chester, my grandfather
Oscar, my father.
And yes, there are so many more that were released during this blooming season, but those are the ones who spring to mind.
They will remain because they left their footprints in the sand. Their charted paths point the way for those of us who are still here.
Lynn M. April 24, 2016
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