Planting trees out of the grief
In Memoriam Robert Creeley
In the woods, Rob was even closer to his dead father who passed away when he was just about to understand what happened. And he could never comprehend, he told me, having tears in his eye. Oscar, my great-grand father whom I never got to know, was a well established doctor. But he could never stand the fact that his beloved son became irreparably disabled: Rob lost his left eye when he was two. A lump of coal that pounced off a truck when a man was shovelling it into the chute hit the windscreen of Oscar's car in which he was carrying Rob. Finally, splinter penetrated Rob's eye and damaged the cornea.