Planting trees out of the grief
In Memoriam Robert Creeley
Providence and the exploration of Robert Creeley, the Poet, my grandfather's life floated me with emotions I couldn't bear but it was, all in all an experience that reminded me rather of a person's birth whom I accompany through his life instead of following ones mark after death. How much would I give to turn back the time and to be his grandchild and experience a familiar closure day by day. It is sad, it never really happened, only six times in four seasons within eight years. The last time short before I was turning 18, having my first boy-friend and losing family-interests. I just started to live my own life.