October 12, 2008 marks 11 years since we lost our troubadour.  It hardly seems possible, does it?  One, that we have lost him, and two that it has been that long.  There are still days when I get up and it seems so new.  But, then there are days that I wonder if he was actually here or just a sweet dream.

I’ve spent some time revisiting a lot of the lyrics to his songs.  We all have our favorite ones that we play over and over, but I like to get to the heart of it, his words.  I find sometimes, I can’t remember the tune, but the words are so beautifully constructed, music isn’t necessary.  The melody they create is enough.  Words of love, loss, hope, the future, the world; endless possibilities for us all.  I still turn to his music in the hard times, to reassure myself I am not alone.

And I know I am not.  The many friends I have made through his simply living are a great comfort as well.  The online communities are still out there.  Sometimes they go a little quiet, but that is a good thing, it means folks are out there living and doing, and they know that when it is needed, there is a safe haven to return to among the many who “Get It”.

11 years.  Hard to believe.  Hard to accept.  Hard to forget.  Hard to not be thankful.

So thank you John, for all of the beautiful gifts you gave, both while you were with us and since you have gone.  Your Spirit flies on the winds to us all, and you will never be forgotten.
 

I want to thank Michele Phillips for the above words. I have never been very elegant with words, so Michele offered to write something for this page. I am sure her words speak for many of us.

This is a work in progress. I hope to add more soon.
 
 
 
 

Though The Singer is Silent