Godspeed, Little Man


Logan Balloon


Don’t weep at my grave,

For I am not there,

I’ve a date with a dragonfly

To dance in the air.

I’ll be singing in the sunshine,

Wild and free,

Playing tag with the wind,

While I’m waiting for thee.

I’m a bit short on adjectives to describe the week that’s coming to an end.  We said goodbye to Logan yesterday and our hearts are with Brett and Rayme and their family.  It was a beautiful day–clear with shining sun; people gathered together in a show of incredible love; images and stories of a wonderful little boy.  And it was the most horrible of days.

I marvel at the love Brett and Rayme have for Logan.  The courage that they displayed throughout his life was still evident yesterday as they walked resolutely through the ardous steps of laying him to rest and commemorating his life. 

So many words one wants to say, but none will bring the comfort one yearns to communicate.  So much gratitude for what we have, but such fear at how quickly it might be gone.  Who knew beauty and terror could be so closely linked?

I’m better at feeling yesterday than I am writing about it.  I suspect these pictures communicate it best.