A friend, Ben Parker passed away easily this week, his sense of humor and incredible intellect still intact.  He was 102.  His last words were “the dewdrop slips into the shiny sea.” 

“The dewdrop slips into the shining sea.”

Comforted by that, I open Yehuda Amichai’s poetry book Open, Closed, Open. to the ending of a poem in a section on The Language of Love and Tea with Roasted Almonds.

And there’s all that talk about Till death do us part,

Even death will not part us, it will bind us

somewhere in the universe 

in a new encounter that has no end.