John loved gardening and farming, horses, long driving trips, classic cars and Scottish Terriers. He cherished his Scottie-loving friends - in his later years they were his family. He also had a lively interest in politics, the environment and world religions.
Sister: Anne Baillargeon Venables, d. November 17, 2015
"In My Good Death
by Dalia Shevin
I will find myself deep in high summer grass. The humming shock of golden light.
And I will hear them before I see them, and know right away who is bounding across the field to meet me.
All my good dogs will come then, their wet noses bumping against my palms, their hot panting, their rough faithful tongues.
Their eyes young and shiny again. The wiry scruff of their fur, the unspeakable softness of their bellies, their velvet ears against my cheeks. I will bend to them, my face covered with their kisses, my hands full of them. In the grass I will let them knock me down."
Sister: Anne Baillargeon Venables, d. November 17, 2015
"In My Good Death
by Dalia Shevin
I will find myself deep in high summer grass. The humming shock of golden light.
And I will hear them before I see them, and know right away who is bounding across the field to meet me.
All my good dogs will come then, their wet noses bumping against my palms, their hot panting, their rough faithful tongues.
Their eyes young and shiny again. The wiry scruff of their fur, the unspeakable softness of their bellies, their velvet ears against my cheeks. I will bend to them, my face covered with their kisses, my hands full of them. In the grass I will let them knock me down."
John loved gardening and farming, horses, long driving trips, classic cars and Scottish Terriers. He cherished his Scottie-loving friends - in his later years they were his family. He also had a lively interest in politics, the environment and world religions.
Sister: Anne Baillargeon Venables, d. November 17, 2015
"In My Good Death
by Dalia Shevin
I will find myself deep in high summer grass. The humming shock of golden light.
And I will hear them before I see them, and know right away who is bounding across the field to meet me.
All my good dogs will come then, their wet noses bumping against my palms, their hot panting, their rough faithful tongues.
Their eyes young and shiny again. The wiry scruff of their fur, the unspeakable softness of their bellies, their velvet ears against my cheeks. I will bend to them, my face covered with their kisses, my hands full of them. In the grass I will let them knock me down."
Sister: Anne Baillargeon Venables, d. November 17, 2015
"In My Good Death
by Dalia Shevin
I will find myself deep in high summer grass. The humming shock of golden light.
And I will hear them before I see them, and know right away who is bounding across the field to meet me.
All my good dogs will come then, their wet noses bumping against my palms, their hot panting, their rough faithful tongues.
Their eyes young and shiny again. The wiry scruff of their fur, the unspeakable softness of their bellies, their velvet ears against my cheeks. I will bend to them, my face covered with their kisses, my hands full of them. In the grass I will let them knock me down."
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