Dear Mr. Diamond, You Helped Me Find A Way

Dear Mr. Diamond,

Your words eased my heart as it broke in pieces beyond recognition.

We watched you on a television, burning beside the firelight that never went out, grieving over our Nora gone.  I found voice from your singing voice.  I found a space through your words to feel that grace and wonderment of the pain.  I began to understand that it would move through and around me.  I would not become the hurt.  I would be found.

I and my family thank you Mr. Diamond.  We thank you.

"Dry Your Eyes" (From "The Last Waltz")
-Neil Diamond


Dry your eyes and take your song out, it's a newborn afternoon.
And if you can't recall the singer you can still recall the tune.
Dry your eyes and play it slowly like you're marching off to war;
Sing it like you know he'd want it, like we sang it once before.
And from the center of the circle to the midst of the waiting crowd,
If it ever be forgotten sing it long and sing it loud and come dry your eyes.

And he taught us more about giving than we ever cared to know,
But we came to find the secret and we never let it go.
And it was more than being holy and it was less than being free,
And if you can't recall the reason can you hear the people sing.
Right through the lightning and the thunder to the dark side of the moon,
To that distant falling angel that descended much too soon
And come dry your eyes.

Come dry your eyes.