This old poem wont go away, so here it is in its entirety, though id like to edit it.
(The brief sum of life forbids us the hope of enduring long - Horace)
THEY are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.
They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.
-with a heavy heart i say good bye to another friend.
I feel heavy with the weight of life's story,
who could predict this, but one who knows.
the prison of the body can not be underestimated especially with such a finely tuned instrument.
maybe now he is free
was this his last time round the track?
His spirit, memory, voice, laughter, face follows me all over my house these few days in dreams & consciousness.
Look how much it took to take him down!
a handsome tank
he always reminded me of a boy of 4
with his backpack, freckles, soft strawberry mop, sincere thoughtful
old soul, formidable, real, with that deep laughter, humility, warmth, perspective...you gave us the spot we all knew in ourselves and made it human and lovable.
Can we love ourselves, our children, each other with the empathy and tenderness you gave your characters? We could with them, wipe the mirror (a little bit), be brave and look like you did.
I remember your fairness when i was perturbed at my father, you said you are taking away his role to be a dad, let him give his advise. You advised me to "marry" a normal guy- avoid all actors, rockstars and athletes! Mostly we talked about art, life and human nature. His favorite painting, Quest Over is here, with new meaning.
Teacher, friend, artist, creator, father...
Your life was propelled by "the same engine", as you said, i could apply it where i chose, not in just one place. That same engine is what gave us YOU in life, and in death.
When people say,"what a waste of talent, i can not concur. He wasted nothing, burned twice as bright, as he loved it all and gave it all. My heart goes out to his family, wishing peace to their hearts.
RIP, Phil. I love you and thank you for your friendship.