When my brother passed away, I found a collection of old Sprague High School choral songs that my brother had converted from cassette tape to MP3 files. I know he listened to music a lot and it brought him joy. One of the songs on the tape was about grief. These lyrics ring true to me. Grief is real and can be overwhelming. But, it's time to move on. I love you, Andrew! Thank you for listening to my music!
ANTHONY O'DALY
Since your limbs were laid out
The stars do not shine,
The fish leap not out
In the waves.
On our meadows the dew
Does not fall in the morn,
For O'Daly is dead
Not a flower can be born,
Not a word can be said,
Not a tree have a leaf;
Anthony, after you
There is nothing to do,
There is nothing but grief.
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