In Memory of the Dearest Friend
NATIVE AMERICAN PRAYER
"I give you this one thought to keep
I am with you still~I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not think of me as gone~~
I am with you still~~in each new dawn."
Things that remind me of you:
Hugs…No one has ever hugged me the way you did. I miss them so much.
Drama Class… It is where we met, and we had so much fun.
The Glass Menagerie…. It was the first play we both had leads in together. Mr. Wallace said he had never seen such chemistry. Haha! I guess it’s fitting that it was on television last night.
Blue Roses…It started as joke, but became something I hold dear.
Rhapsody…Your voice was so beautiful. I miss you singing to me.
Blue Eyes…None has ever been as blue as yours. They held your soul. I miss them too.
Football Games…. I watched every one of your games, and I stopped going when you didn’t play.
Laundry Mats….Silly that some of our best conversations took place over the sloshing of water, and the smell of bleach.
My Grandmother… I think the loss of you hit her almost as hard as it did me.
Softball…I often wish I had wrote every one of those games down. We were always smarting off, and being threatened being thrown out of the game. We didn’t care; we had better things we could do.
Volleyball…You didn’t play, but you would stay and watch me.
Basketball…It was boy’s league so I couldn’t play, but I would stay and watch you.
Church…Just a common denominator that drew us closer together.
Hugs…I have to mention them again, because I miss them so much.
Airplanes…I missed you the whole time you were away at flight school.
June...It was June two years ago when you left us here.
Father’s Day…You were killed the day before. It would have been the first one with your new daughter.
Motorcycles…You were on one when you were killed. I hate those damn things!
Drunk Drivers… Was who murdered you. I hate them too!
There are so many things that remind me of you. I mean I can look at grass and remember a picnic on grass so green.
I can look at dirt, and that takes me back to the softball complex. The blue sky reminds me of your eyes. White cars take me back to cruising the school in yours. High School kids make me wish I could turn back time, and tell you so much more than I did.
I can see children with rough lives, and think about how much you were hurt. I pray that those other children will find whatever you did, and come out like you.
You were the most loving, caring person I have ever met. You never said one harsh word that wasn’t protection for the ones you held dear.
If I hear “The Bluest Eyes in Texas” I start crying no matter where I am. The part where it says, “The bluest eyes in Texas are haunting me tonight.”, does me in every time.
I will never get over you leaving me here. I will never get over how much you have had to miss out on.
Your wife has had to live two years without you now. One of your girls has had her fifth birthday, and the other has turned two. I will tell them what your friendship meant to me, and how only your hugs melted all the bad away.
I miss you so much Ryan. You weren’t supposed to be gone so soon.
She was no longer wrestling with the grief,
but could sit down with it as a lasting companion
and make it a sharer in her thoughts.
"I give you this one thought to keep
I am with you still~I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not think of me as gone~~
I am with you still~~in each new dawn."
Things that remind me of you:
Hugs…No one has ever hugged me the way you did. I miss them so much.
Drama Class… It is where we met, and we had so much fun.
The Glass Menagerie…. It was the first play we both had leads in together. Mr. Wallace said he had never seen such chemistry. Haha! I guess it’s fitting that it was on television last night.
Blue Roses…It started as joke, but became something I hold dear.
Rhapsody…Your voice was so beautiful. I miss you singing to me.
Blue Eyes…None has ever been as blue as yours. They held your soul. I miss them too.
Football Games…. I watched every one of your games, and I stopped going when you didn’t play.
Laundry Mats….Silly that some of our best conversations took place over the sloshing of water, and the smell of bleach.
My Grandmother… I think the loss of you hit her almost as hard as it did me.
Softball…I often wish I had wrote every one of those games down. We were always smarting off, and being threatened being thrown out of the game. We didn’t care; we had better things we could do.
Volleyball…You didn’t play, but you would stay and watch me.
Basketball…It was boy’s league so I couldn’t play, but I would stay and watch you.
Church…Just a common denominator that drew us closer together.
Hugs…I have to mention them again, because I miss them so much.
Airplanes…I missed you the whole time you were away at flight school.
June...It was June two years ago when you left us here.
Father’s Day…You were killed the day before. It would have been the first one with your new daughter.
Motorcycles…You were on one when you were killed. I hate those damn things!
Drunk Drivers… Was who murdered you. I hate them too!
There are so many things that remind me of you. I mean I can look at grass and remember a picnic on grass so green.
I can look at dirt, and that takes me back to the softball complex. The blue sky reminds me of your eyes. White cars take me back to cruising the school in yours. High School kids make me wish I could turn back time, and tell you so much more than I did.
I can see children with rough lives, and think about how much you were hurt. I pray that those other children will find whatever you did, and come out like you.
You were the most loving, caring person I have ever met. You never said one harsh word that wasn’t protection for the ones you held dear.
If I hear “The Bluest Eyes in Texas” I start crying no matter where I am. The part where it says, “The bluest eyes in Texas are haunting me tonight.”, does me in every time.
I will never get over you leaving me here. I will never get over how much you have had to miss out on.
Your wife has had to live two years without you now. One of your girls has had her fifth birthday, and the other has turned two. I will tell them what your friendship meant to me, and how only your hugs melted all the bad away.
I miss you so much Ryan. You weren’t supposed to be gone so soon.
She was no longer wrestling with the grief,
but could sit down with it as a lasting companion
and make it a sharer in her thoughts.