Musings of an Honourary Canadian

Ten years ago today, the person who meant more to me than anyone died.

The world is an infinitely sadder place without Hilary's generosity, warmth and love.

Love you always, Sweeney Bear.

When you see a Shakespeare quote you must respond with one of your own in your LJ.

Sonnet XXIII
As an unperfect actor on the stage
Who with his fear is put besides his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart.
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love's rite,
And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,
O'ercharged with burden of mine own love's might.
O, let my books be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Who plead for love and look for recompense
More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
O, learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.

(This was Hilary's favourite sonnet. I memorized it in 1998 on my way to New York to meet her for the first time.)

Still miss you, Hilary, every single day.

Dear friend, the day you left me
I don't know why
your life was way too precious
you touched the sky
Dear friend I know you'll hear me
If I close my eyes
And when I dream about you
"I will always be alive" (be alive)
And if I feel you near me
I will realize (realize)
You'll answer all the questions
From the other side

Lay hands on...lay hands on...lay hands on me
If you want...if you need...you can lay your hands on me
If you want...if you need...you can keep your faith in me

We saw the world together
Traveled many miles
And you left the stage with laughter
I'll always be alive (be alive)

And if I hear your thunder
I will realize (realize)
The voices make me wonder
How we lived our lives

In the story of your life
So much bigger than the fight

—Dear Friend by Union, one of the songs performed at Hilary's memorial service.