Thomas Lee D a l r y m p l e
August 18, 1941 – August 7, 2006
After a lifetime of teaching his sons and his students, loving his wife and family, and after years of battling Multiple Sclerosis, this week, Phil’s father died.
From Kahlil Gibran, the Prophet, I take this as a meager comfort – noting that the last line is marked in the copy I am taking it from, which was Tom’s father’s copy.
“For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountaintop, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.”
Thank you, Tom, for sharing your gifts. Now go. Sing. Climb. Dance.
I’ve been messing around in the studio the last couple of years. But I don’t want to worry about being taken seriously as a singer. It just really feels good to do it.