Rest in Peace my friend
Today the world is a whole lot dimmer, but the heavens have gained that brightness that we have lost. Today we lost a dear friend and the pain of that loss runs deeper than the deepest caverns.
Kevin we love you so much and there will never be anyone that can fill that void. You have change so many lives and made so many friendships grow from a tiny seedling and I am honored that I could call you a friend and have you in my life. I will always remember you with the memories and with the friends that you introduced me to.
Kevin, we'll see you on the other side where I know you'll be waiting with a drink in hand ready to party or tell us a funny story of the adventures you had while we were still here. I look forward to the days where we all will be together again.
Until then my friend, take care.
"There is no death. Only a change of worlds.” - Chief Seattle
Mahk Jchi by Robbie Robertson & The Red Road Ensemble
Mahk jchi tahm buooi yahmpi gidi
Mahk jchi taum buooi kan spewa ebi
Mahmpi wah hoka yee monk
Tahond tani kiyee tiyee
Gee we-me eetiyee
Nanka yaht yamoonieah wajitse
English translation:
A hundred years have passed
Yet I hear the distant beat of my father's drums.
I hear his drums throughout the land.
His beat I feel within my heart.
The drum shall beat
so my heart shall beat.
And I shall live a hundred thousand years.
Kevin we love you so much and there will never be anyone that can fill that void. You have change so many lives and made so many friendships grow from a tiny seedling and I am honored that I could call you a friend and have you in my life. I will always remember you with the memories and with the friends that you introduced me to.
Kevin, we'll see you on the other side where I know you'll be waiting with a drink in hand ready to party or tell us a funny story of the adventures you had while we were still here. I look forward to the days where we all will be together again.
Until then my friend, take care.
"There is no death. Only a change of worlds.” - Chief Seattle
Mahk Jchi by Robbie Robertson & The Red Road Ensemble
Mahk jchi tahm buooi yahmpi gidi
Mahk jchi taum buooi kan spewa ebi
Mahmpi wah hoka yee monk
Tahond tani kiyee tiyee
Gee we-me eetiyee
Nanka yaht yamoonieah wajitse
English translation:
A hundred years have passed
Yet I hear the distant beat of my father's drums.
I hear his drums throughout the land.
His beat I feel within my heart.
The drum shall beat
so my heart shall beat.
And I shall live a hundred thousand years.