Taking time. Pausing life for the purpose to fiercely feel. To creatively love you, whom have passed.
I know I did not know you as poignantly as many. I know I have missed many achievements and curiosities. Even so, I have seen from afar, your nature and love for life.
Please forgive my distance, the space life granted us was seemingly tiny. Yet with each inch in which you grew, I am left with greatness at the imprint of your life. Believe it or not I am a better person as I have glimpsed your light, in how you did the art of living. Present, loud, unique and gently full of grace. You made life- a masterpiece, within its fragile form, hard to forget.
My first recollections are during Christmas when you opened your homemade gift from Grandpa. Your eyes wide and full of sparkle while climbing inside your life sized wooden creation. That blond hair of yours so soft and silky on your childlike brow. Such a fine crown. That brow line sure knew how to get Grandmother treats and soft hugs wrapped in giggles. Grandpa hands worked hard to tangibly lavish wooden love on you. Even as your blue eyes danced of mischievous boyhood.
As far as memories go this is actually my strongest one of you. Decades later. Sprinkled with glimpses of you as a young man. The timber of your voice ringing out in song and in spoken word. Your diction and feeling adorning the makings of your courageous young-man heart.
The fact I can not "fix you", the fact you have left this world before many who carry with them your light, is a weight I find myself holding with tenderness. Like how you strummed your guitar, intentionally thoughtful of purpose. I hope to project my life in such a way as to integrate your influence within my character. Unafraid to touch the tough topics on stage or emote true feeling in the great expanse of this life, with skill and sincerity.
I hope you do not stop your creative additions on the other side. Grandma and Grandpa I know host great living room sessions. I am sure, even now, you are courageously proud of.
Kick off the struggles you have faced, wash off the failures, and simply be yourself. Embrace this portion on purpose. Until we meet again, with Love. Your courageous cousin.
I know I did not know you as poignantly as many. I know I have missed many achievements and curiosities. Even so, I have seen from afar, your nature and love for life.
Please forgive my distance, the space life granted us was seemingly tiny. Yet with each inch in which you grew, I am left with greatness at the imprint of your life. Believe it or not I am a better person as I have glimpsed your light, in how you did the art of living. Present, loud, unique and gently full of grace. You made life- a masterpiece, within its fragile form, hard to forget.
My first recollections are during Christmas when you opened your homemade gift from Grandpa. Your eyes wide and full of sparkle while climbing inside your life sized wooden creation. That blond hair of yours so soft and silky on your childlike brow. Such a fine crown. That brow line sure knew how to get Grandmother treats and soft hugs wrapped in giggles. Grandpa hands worked hard to tangibly lavish wooden love on you. Even as your blue eyes danced of mischievous boyhood.
As far as memories go this is actually my strongest one of you. Decades later. Sprinkled with glimpses of you as a young man. The timber of your voice ringing out in song and in spoken word. Your diction and feeling adorning the makings of your courageous young-man heart.
The fact I can not "fix you", the fact you have left this world before many who carry with them your light, is a weight I find myself holding with tenderness. Like how you strummed your guitar, intentionally thoughtful of purpose. I hope to project my life in such a way as to integrate your influence within my character. Unafraid to touch the tough topics on stage or emote true feeling in the great expanse of this life, with skill and sincerity.
I hope you do not stop your creative additions on the other side. Grandma and Grandpa I know host great living room sessions. I am sure, even now, you are courageously proud of.
Kick off the struggles you have faced, wash off the failures, and simply be yourself. Embrace this portion on purpose. Until we meet again, with Love. Your courageous cousin.
