A sonnet for the Jesuit in me…
The dead man’s scrapbook
was full of anecdotes
from more than 100 years
of lives passing, loves found,
families being born and moving
on toward their futures,
and their own scrapbooks.
This is what he left behind
along with our memory of him
playing out the role he had
in all these moments captured
and now gone, never
to be played again by him
until we turn these pages.
~Richard Summers