“The Prince of Unconditional Love”
He taught everyone he met
His lessons were absorbed unconsciously
Diffused to his subjects by him, absorbed like osmosis from him.
He taught strangers and family alike.
There was something special about the The Prince.
Very special.
It was more of an effect than a sense.
He had inherent knowledge that would take others a generation to learn, if ever.
He had natural wisdom in the area of love.
Where most of the rest of us floundered.
His qualifications were from nature.
He held no certifications or advance degrees.
His skills were not acquired from classrooms.
You maybe couldn’t even call it a gift.
An inheritance maybe.
Inherent.
He created instant fans and converts. A checker at a supermarket.
A clerk at a clothing store. A new friend of family.
Invariably a quizzical look as they tried to calculate him when they first met.
Followed shortly by a smile of relief and love when they did.
And then he’d move on his merry way.
And Advice, Advice was harmless, sincere, well-intentioned, and frequent.
“take care of yourself” “be nice to your wife” “ treat everyone with respect.”
He didn’t care your looks, your weight, or your pocketbook.
And if you had a pulse, you were pretty much welcome to join his club.
He had no limits. At least none that he was aware of. What you saw is what you got.
No filters, no agenda, nothing held in reserve.
He was a people person. And every day was a new adventure.
Each person he saw or met was like a longtime family reunion.
Everything was fresh. New. No day after day dreariness. Or obligatory Repetition.
And little trepidation.
“what are we going to do for lunch?”
“what am I going to wear today?”
No. He’d eat what there was and it was good. He’d wear what he had and looked good in it. And feel good in it.
He had work to do.
He had a higher purpose.
He worked his magic every day.
No one suspected he was creating his own personal opus.
It was effortless to him.
It turned out the teachers were the students and the student was the teacher.
As is wont, the bittersweet aspect was that, unfortunately, the lessons weren’t realized until school was out.
But all that were touched realized the Prince’s lessons stuck.
Too late they wished for more.
He taught everyone he met
His lessons were absorbed unconsciously
Diffused to his subjects by him, absorbed like osmosis from him.
He taught strangers and family alike.
There was something special about the The Prince.
Very special.
It was more of an effect than a sense.
He had inherent knowledge that would take others a generation to learn, if ever.
He had natural wisdom in the area of love.
Where most of the rest of us floundered.
His qualifications were from nature.
He held no certifications or advance degrees.
His skills were not acquired from classrooms.
You maybe couldn’t even call it a gift.
An inheritance maybe.
Inherent.
He created instant fans and converts. A checker at a supermarket.
A clerk at a clothing store. A new friend of family.
Invariably a quizzical look as they tried to calculate him when they first met.
Followed shortly by a smile of relief and love when they did.
And then he’d move on his merry way.
And Advice, Advice was harmless, sincere, well-intentioned, and frequent.
“take care of yourself” “be nice to your wife” “ treat everyone with respect.”
He didn’t care your looks, your weight, or your pocketbook.
And if you had a pulse, you were pretty much welcome to join his club.
He had no limits. At least none that he was aware of. What you saw is what you got.
No filters, no agenda, nothing held in reserve.
He was a people person. And every day was a new adventure.
Each person he saw or met was like a longtime family reunion.
Everything was fresh. New. No day after day dreariness. Or obligatory Repetition.
And little trepidation.
“what are we going to do for lunch?”
“what am I going to wear today?”
No. He’d eat what there was and it was good. He’d wear what he had and looked good in it. And feel good in it.
He had work to do.
He had a higher purpose.
He worked his magic every day.
No one suspected he was creating his own personal opus.
It was effortless to him.
It turned out the teachers were the students and the student was the teacher.
As is wont, the bittersweet aspect was that, unfortunately, the lessons weren’t realized until school was out.
But all that were touched realized the Prince’s lessons stuck.
Too late they wished for more.
Left to right: Big Daddy George, Brian and Uncle Joe. This beautiful poem by Brian's Uncle captures Brian to perfection. For those who knew Brian, you will say Wow! that is Brian. For those who never met him, you will know a little more about this wonderful person we all loved so very much and miss so terribly. Thank you Joe Polance for this beautiful tribute to Brian.
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