There are many different kinds of holes in the world. There are good holes, bad holes, big holes, little holes. Some holes lead to wonderful opportunities, and other holes just lead to the opposite side of the fence, button holes, rabbit holes, doughnut holes, and post holes. Truth be told, there is a hole for every occasion. But the grand-daddy of all holes is the black hole, the biggest, darkest, meanest hole of them all.
A black hole forms when a starr no longer burns hot enough to support its structure. When no fuel remains, the spent starr dies by collapsing on itself, and forming a dense dark mass with gravity so strong that nothing, not even light, can escape.
The starr is exhausted, collapsed, a black hole remains that sucks in the light and energy from our lives.
But this starr, while he was alive, gave life and light. This starr emitted charity and radiated kindness to friends, family and strangers alike. This starr's light will be recycled and passed on to warm hearts and strengthen minds generations removed.
When held in the balance, the knowledge, life and love that shown from this starr while he burned will eclipse the black hole that has been left behind.
Each night we search the sky for that guiding starr.
Lost.
We find only this hole.
For H. Starr Curtis,
April 27, 1941 – June 7, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
Holes
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Beautifully written, Nate. I'm so sad for you. We're thinking of you and praying for you. And I love so many thing about your dad.
Nate,
This is very powerful. I'm glad that you had such a wonderful relationship with your dad.
May the light from your starr keep you going through the coming days and weeks.
Thanks Nate.
Starr died the same day my little Rockwell was born. I hope my Lil' Rock will become a beautiful Starr like your Dad and be remembered as skillfully and as sweetly. I think Rockwell and Starr said hello on the way up/down.
Beautiful, Nate. What a wonderful tribute. I wish you all peace and healing as you deal with losing your dad.
Yes, a star. A perfect metaphor, Nate. Thank you for posting this fine tribute. Fortunately, our Starr's light is eternal.
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