Walking in Lincoln Park, thinking about loss, and the people I love who are going through loss, I saw this little sign along the pathway in memory of a very special fish, Arturo. The child’s printed sign also asks, please do not remove.
I remember poignant lines from Jack Gilbert’s poem.
The Lost Hotels of Paris
“The Lord gives everything and charges
by taking it back. What a bargain.
…It is right to mourn
for the small hotels of Paris that used to be
When we used to be.
…But it’s the having not the keeping that is the treasure.
We look up at the stars and they are
not there. We see the memory
of when they were, once upon a time.
And that too is more than enough.”
Thank you Jack Gilbert.