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October 15, 2011

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Michelle

thinking of you Wave.

Jada

Another poem inspired by you Wave. Thank you for your unending wisdom.

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Mitchell -

One of the speakers at the memorial spoke of Wave's World in which Wave recorded an account of her experiences and contemplations particular to her situation as witness to the approach of the end of her life.

Chris had mentioned to me that he was reading Wave's World some months ago and I filed the information into the abyss of my thoughts as a 'to do' and lost it there.
After the memorial I located Wave's World and read portions of it.

I didn't know Wave other than as a significant person in your life and as a part of the Martin's community.

I knew that she was posed with the burden of the struggle to make sense of realities which most people are spared of time and 'necessity' to consider; we reserve such thoughts 'til later', as though we may never need face this most universal of all realities ourselves - it only happens to others.

Wave's World is how I've come to know Wave as a person, on a level far deeper than would be usual in 'social conversation' or topical discussion.

I have also come to know you on a deeper level than is afforded in our banter about your culinary preference to include frozen potato chips as an ingredient to potato soup.

I'm reminded of Ernest Becker who, posed with a burden similar to Wave's, sought the meanings and motivations of humans bereft of the pretentions and logical conclusions which naturally attend academic inquiry and research. Becker 'fought cancer' for some 15 years, I hear, and 'crossed over' at 49 years. He died before realizing the acclaim that Denial of Death would receive.

Although too numerous to mention, the likes of Stanley Milgram, Camus, and others beyond my nominal recall set their thoughts to writing and gifted us with an enduring legacy perhaps in the light of their awareness of the time limitation imposed by their physical situation. Many did not reach 50 years of age, but they speak to us still in their writings.

Wave challenged me to observe my instinctual recoil and distancing from a person who I could not help, and my defence of constructive 'not knowing' about that which exceeds my ability to change. She did so in a way which did not require me to answer her directly admitting my helplessness. She gave me an 'out'; I could redirect my thoughts to other things when I became overwhelmed.

I'm thankful that Wave recorded her thoughts as she did. I would not have known her otherwise, and I have been given an opportunity to know myself better due to her influence.

At the memorial, I sat with Russell. He lost his beloved to cancer, and has, over the years lost all of his siblings to natural causes which have not taken him. He is now alone.
I saw perhaps the majority of the Martin's Community who have been touched by the loss of a loved one and have been humbled by realities wrought by that which surpasses all of human ambition and yet supports life nonetheless.

Perhaps the glass must remain half empty if it is to remain half full at all.

I remembered Barbara who infused Martin's with an enduring tradition of rememberance and respect for those who have crossed over and their continuing contribution to those yet to come.

Wave is of that tradition

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