I've heard it said that "a joy shared is greatly multiplied, and a burden shared is greatly divided"
. I write this today sharing a huge burden. For this, I apologize.
I just received "the call" that I didn't want to receive. The voice on the other end of the line told me that Bruce had passed away early this morning. Bruce has been fighting cancer for almost 2 years now. At one point, we all thought he had it beat. But alas, not to be.
Bruce was a father, a brother, a friend, a mentor, an employer, and a fellow rider to me. He taught me more about life than any other person on this planet, next to my wife and kids. I will love him forever. And I miss him so much already. I saw him Thursday, and knew that it was only a matter of time. The cancer had taken too much.
None of you knew Bruce...but you know someone like him I'll bet. The guy that is always encouraging, never discouraging. Always smiling, even when things aren't going his way. Never saying anything bad about anyone else. And everything he said always seemed good, and right, and true, and it just made sense. You always want him around, and love it when he calls. Well that was Bruce.
Bruce was 'simply the best
Bruce was no stranger to cancer, for both of his parents died from it. As did his brother and two of his sisters. The most recent being his sister Mary.
Bruce was one of my favorite writers...a very talented logophile. He wrote short stories, plays, and poetry. Below is a poem that he wrote in memory of his sister. Ironically, his very words would apply to his life now. If you should share this poem with anyone, please give credit to Bruce. He deserves that much.
We Trust So
(In Memory of Mary)
To bear much pain
To carry in a muted mouth
To answer each absurdity
To dance a noble waltz
with great offenses.
To honor dread defeat
with honor due;
To answer none
To walk upright with holden gait
To rest, to sleep,
awake to heaven’s pace and holding.
To hold the weak in high esteem
as children of the Lord,
to put their hearts at ease
with true affection,
yet gracefully withstand
To wait and wait and wait for dawn
to see the final entrance
of the light.
To such we hold
our souls account
for mercy’s sake
and men’s salvation.
To extravagantly love remains;
To end well in this regard, we trust so.
- Bruce W. Cummings
Below is a picture of Bruce at the northend of the Blue Ridge Parkway. It was taken on May 27, 2002. Shortly after that trip, I bought my LT. Bruce kept on riding is Honda ACE 750 Deluxe.
I'll be thinking of you Bruce...whenever I ride. Love ya man.