11/11/2022
“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” - Dylan Thomas
Grief never goes away. Time is passing and memories are fading but some moments remain ingrained in our minds and hearts almost frozen in time. Today is about acceptance and honoring the memory of my father.
“I love you more than you’ll ever know”
- Jim Connolly 11/11/2002
Image: Tony Matelli
Arrangement, 2022
Painted bronze, stainless steel
31 x 20 x 19 in
Currently in view
