Eliot was the most beautiful, tender, magical, and caring person I have had the great blessing to know and love. He will be deeply missed and always remembered. I wish your family peace and healing, and offer my deepest condolences.
He once shared this Rilke poem with me, and it seems fitting now.
She who reconciles the ill-matched threads
of her life, and weaves them gratefully
into a single cloth
it's she who drives the loud mouths from the hall
and clears it for a different celebration
where the one guest is you.
In the softness of evening
it's you she receives.
You are the partner of her loneliness,
the unspeaking center of her monologues.
With each disclosure you encompass more
and she stretches beyond what limits her,
to hold you.
