I have been meditating alot about greg hooven lately. his fiddling, his singing, listening to
his recordings, trying to find out more about him, after some emails and phone calls,
not too much info has been forthcoming ... i know he died alone, and last night,
christmas night i had to take a long walk alone and the song 'the great physician'
got stuck in my head, and feeling quite lonely i got to thinking about greg,
a great fiddler indeed, a kind generous man to some, but an inconsiderate man to others, some saw a bad man, others saw a man who was in great pain, falling off a ladder and being paralyzed was just another step in that pain, but the pain of lying alone, rotting,
not having a friend to wheel him around galax, that must be a pain i would wish on no one, i assume he had morphine at the home he was in to ease this pain,
and perhaps as they say, he made his bed and it was time to sleep in it, i dont know,
but what i got from this thread, was that the great physician was there to heal,
quell the pain, make whole and take greg home, greg hooven, a wretch? perhaps,
like me, this christmas, the gift i received is jesus, his love, his healing,
and his forgiveness, jesus blessed jesus