Would you believe, my lovable, lovely wife— should I leave first, this grace filled sphere of life— that all the words of love I’ve ever written/said can never/ever become dead? For even beyond whatever life they’ll have within your soul, they’ll also always live within whatever cosmic speck or spark becomes my role. Yes, I … Specs and sparks
On December 26th, 2019, Bill’s loving wife Mary Lee died peacefully at Kaiser Hospital in Oakland. Mary Lee had been struggling with memory, vision, and mobility for several years, and was looking forward to her eventual death. You can read more about her at www.caringbridge.org/visit/maryleetrampleasure
Here is a video that captures much of the 11 November 2012 memorial service (the tape ended before we did, but most of the service is here). The initial and concluding poems are in Bill’s own voice, recorded around 2008.
I have finally scanned Bill’s book in as a PDF. A few of the pages are missing (November 2012), but I hope to find them soon. Download it here.
The Trampleasure family is planning two memorial services for friends and family. The main service will be on Sunday, December 2nd at 1:30 at the Unitarian Universalist Church of Berkeley (in Kensington). We will post more details of this event soon, but wanted people to know to save the date. We are holding a smaller, … Bill’s Memorial Service(s) — hold the date
Cafe Ariel, 12/28/92 Dear All, My life has been a slow unfolding of the last gift I received from my Father. On his death bed one day in 1952 he told me that “second wind always comes”. He was speaking specifically to cross-country running. But as I have persevered on my sometimes soaring, sometimes stuttering … on second winds
love is what matters love is what counts win, lose or draw it’s love that amounts to something to everything to all in this life so let’s live and let love * * * here and now we love and live or here and now we die no far, fair land no time sublime beneath some cloudless … Three poems about love
There is mystery in life And the myth trees that we grow can go only so far to set our dark aglow but the candle born in me and the candle born in you may be just the touches needed to torch some pilgrim’s view go and glow, touch and torch there is mystery in … There is mystery in life