Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night...for Greg....

My father-in-law, Greg Hetzel, passed away on January 27, and I feel the need for a proper memorial. I wrote a piece two days ago about my daughter and her dream, but I thought I should do more. The photo on the left shows Greg, in blue, with family in summer, 2008. 



I plan a memorial web site or blog, but most of the needed photos are “old school” and I have to scan them in order to get them ready for some form of publication. So, saying that and because at least one of my sons has already said that I probably already have my own obituary written, or at least ready to go onto the internet, I will use that which I had in fact, planned for myself.

My children, seeing this I hope, will take the hint and reproduce this when the time comes (not before please).

This is a fitting memorial for anyone, and I saw and noted that when I first read it somewhere, about 1957.


Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.


Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.


Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


And you, my father, there on that sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


Dylan Thomas