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Dillon’s Voice
Copyright 2024 by Jack A. Urquhart March 8, 2024: For Dillon on what would’ve been the 45th anniversary of his birth. For years, I kept recordings of your voice — tapes dating back to preschool and cassettes passed on by … Continue reading
A Letter from Dad
© 2023 by Jack A. Urquhart August 2, 2023 Dear Clangorous Son, Dear Dillon, The anniversaries keep piling up, don’t they? It’s ten years worth today, ten years of absence — long enough to assemble a shakey colossus of commemoratives. … Continue reading
Vignette, March 11, 2022
Ray, rocking that goofy hat again, the one that hangs over my bed now; it’s just two days before our world will turn upside down in a Ventura ER. I imagine how he might have been nudging me on, resisting … Continue reading
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Tune My Heart
For Dillon: On the occasion of what would’ve been his 44th Birthday by Jack A. Urquhart, Copyright 2023 Occasionally, two or three times a year,I tune my heart to the memory of your faceto the sound of your voice, to … Continue reading
In Memoriam, Raymond L. Boyington
09/1941 — 08/2022 Copyright 2022, Jack A. Urquhart A Prose Poem for Ray: From the beginning, you waited for me; You waited a lot staying put long enough for me to understand how well suited for each other we actually … Continue reading
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Raymond Boyington, 9.1941–07.2022
copyright 2022 Jack A. Urquhart (For Raymond, who knew me well — and loved me anyway.) After a four-month battle with aggressive brain cancer, Raymond Lee Boyington of Ventura, California, passed away on July 16, 2022, while in In-Home Hospice … Continue reading
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For Dillon: A Birthday Rumination from Dad
03.08.2022 I admit it, Kiddo. I’m not as sharp as I used to be, and neither are my memories of you. The effect of advancing age, I expect — and stubborn self-protection. That said, a few things still cut close … Continue reading
Seattle, February 2011 (for Dillon, 03.08.1979 — 08.02.2013)
How was I to know then—in the shadow of that red lacquered library, in that misting rain? How was I to know as you sprinted Spring Street that you would never come back to me again— not the onery, flesh … Continue reading
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