~ I sat beside him, through the night.

Listening, praying, thinking.

He’s dying,” I said to God and myself.

 

My brother: the architect; the mayor; historian; artist; husband; father… my brother.”

 

Please, take care of him.”

 

Then I thanked Kip, in unspoken words;

for teaching me to be patient,

for going with me to New York City (so I wouldn’t be alone),

for showing me how to use my imagination,

for always being happy to see me,

for giving me unconditional love.

 

Then, as the gray of the icy January morning receded,

I turned on the television,

so Kip could hear history being made,

only an hour away.

 

I think he passed on peacefully that night;

leaving behind his devoted family, his beloved town, and his country;

all well-prepared to build new structures;

strong and beautiful, enduring and dynamic;

formed from the truths he believed in and passed on,

to all of us. ~

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