Jay Meek

Dear Jay, I can't tell you how much I miss you. Right now and always. I continue to write, a bumbling poet because of you and you're encouragement, but now you are gone. No one can replace you as a reader and teacher. My missing is rather selfish I suppose. You wife and daughter miss you for different reasons. You were so much to so many here on earth. I wonder if you know our struggles?

Martha, So sorry to hear, and we are thinking of you...Sharon and Lucy

Dear Martha,

My husband Blaise and I were so sad to hear of Jay's passing. We both remember him with great affection and respect. I am so glad to have had him as a teacher. He was such a kind man, and such an excellent poet and teacher. Please know you and your family are in our thoughts and prayers.

Sincerely,

Dear Martha,
My father, my wife, and I were all deeply saddened to hear about Jay's passing. Know that you and Jay and your family are in our thoughts and prayers.

Dear Martha and Anna,
I am utterly sad, and have been since I heard of Jay's passing.
Jay was so very kind to me. I will never forget him. His support of my poetry from the very beginning has kept me writing all these years. My heart goes out to you.
Your loss is so very great, but you can be proud and happy for the time you had with Jay.

Martha -- I am sorry to hear about your loss and hope that you find comfort in your friends and family in the weeks and months to come. Leslie Werden (UND 2001-2006)

Martha,

I am deeply saddened to receive this news about Jay. As I read the e-mail notice from Ursula Hovet, the UND carillon chimes as if in a keen poetic tribute to Jay. You and Jay helped me a great deal in my life path and with my own writing, and I deeply appreciate the gentle guidance that he gave in his works, in his classes, and in his poetic assistance.

Peace be with you and your family,

Martha, with great sadness, and with great love--my condolences. Jay was a tremendous poet, a wonderful writer, and a kind human being.

Heaven is a little brighter but earth is mourning this loss to us all.

Janet Spaeth

Dear Martha and Anna,

Here in my writing room in Ohio, Jay is near, just a quick reach to my bookshelf. Also Jay is near when I think of Tuesday afternoons on the second floor of Merrifield Hall, where he would place my poems on his wide, ready desk, select a pen from his soup can holder, and speak to me of language, of history, and of art. How many times I have asked him for help and inspiration, and how easily I can picture him at his office window, hands clasped behind his back,...