Smart Bodies

I breathe,

I am alive.

Superheroes know their weaknesses...

Like the way we love anyways.

You gave me lakes and trees;

You gave me cardigans;

You made me hook a frog with reverence for the circle of life;

You gave me Dad’s cookies,

You gave me pistachios, stale mints, marbles, sticks, the sky;

You gave me a hell of an entrepreneurial spirit;

You gave me the breath I breathe -

right now I breathe...

I breathe...

I breathe...

I am alive -

you gave me life.

You gave me -
and you rest in -

Gray Haven.

Forever I will keep your name...

forever your name will reign. 

We breathe 
we are alive,

Superheroes know their weaknesses...

Like the way we love.

We breathe,

we are alive.

We change

and save the world,

just like you...
Because
of you.

My favourite memories of Poppa consist of the moon shining above us on a calm Gunter lake, waiting for fish that may or may not come. We would sit on the water mostly in silence, with the exception of the moments when Poppa wasn't giving patient, simple responses to my girlish ramblings. I will always cherish those nights that taught me so much about life - learning with my Grandfather how to sit, how to do the work of waiting while also learning to accept it. Those nights helped cultivate my appreciation for the dark of night and see life there - lessons that have saved my life over and over again since. Those nights taught me to trust and just be in our natural, beautiful, awesome environment. They also taught me to calm my racing thoughts, and hear the small voice, like that of Poppas, lovingly easing my heart, and setting the example of how to be still, and know. Though we continue to need reminders of these lessons through the seasons of life, Poppa, thank you for the still, small voice. – Carolyn, when you were gone