My best friend K. Frank Jensen got buried today. I wrote a small tribute for him earlier this week in Patheos, about his House of Spirits, generosity, collecting cards, wining and dining.
Today at the funeral I represented my university. I gave thanks for his astonishing and unique collection of cards that he donated to our library.
Most of all, however, I was grateful that his wife Witta, a magical woman, asked me if I had anything that I wanted in the coffin.
I did have something. A card.
I asked Frank once: ‘What is your most favorite Tarot card?’ He said: ‘The Two of Cups in the Waite/Smith Tarot.’
I created a variation and gave it to Witta.
While going over the coffin with my gaze today, and trying to imagine where the Wardruna lookalike German undertaker may have placed my card, I thought of Frank lying there, and dressed in the Norwegian sweater I gave him – Witta thought he should be buried in it because he liked it the best.
I thought of the fire, the full moon in Pisces, and the eclipse.
I thought of hearts singing, and my pulse, going on the beat with infinity.
Farewell Frank. I love you. Beyond.