Thursday, March 8, 2012

On farewells, Hallowe'en style pt.2

Welcome, good pubgoers.

I am glad you are here this evening.

I'm glad I am here. We should all be glad we are still here.

Tonight, we raise a glass and celebrate the passing of a fellow Autumn Soul who, now free of his long struggle with a diseased body, lies resting in a sunny pumpkin field,  floats darkly among the branches of a twisted wood, rides the wind of a banshee's howl, for the rest of ever.

John Wolfe, thank you for being you.

Now that your fight is done, I hope you are getting that long thirst truly quenched.

I know we will all continue to keep Hallowe'en in our hearts as you did.

We ask for peace to your family and friends, all who loved you and whom you loved, as we grieve your departure.

And we will seek your Autumn spirit this Hallowe'en, and every Hallowe'en, now that you have left this life and embraced what is beyond that very Veil we Autumn People so long to draw aside on our favorite night of the year.

And even as we say our goodbyes, we turn to live the more appreciative for what -- for whom -- we can still enjoy the wondrous gift of loving so deeply in this short, amazing life.

Bless you, John.

Your glasses, everyone... come on, shout it with me --




  1. I never met him face to face--more's the pity.

    From what I knew of John, gleaned from his website, he was a brilliant creative soul. He loved what he did. And that is probably the best any of us can do.

    Joseph Campbell once wrote:“The way to find out about happiness is to keep your mind on those moments when you feel most happy, when you are really happy — not excited, not just thrilled, but deeply happy. This requires a little bit of self-analysis. What is it that makes you happy? Stay with it, no matter what people tell you. This is what is called following your bliss.”

    It looks like John succeeded even when health and circumstance conspired against him.

    Rest well John Wolfe. Thank you for sharing your bliss with the rest of us.

  2. And . . .Glass raised high:


  3. Beautifully put, Fester, thank you.