In Memory of Chad


 Chad Michael Kesler

February 26, 1985 to November 10, 2004

A happy Cowboy

 Footprints on the Heart

 Some people come into our lives and quickly go.

Some people move our souls to dance.

They awaken us to new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom.

Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon.

They stay in our lives for awhile, leave footprints on our hearts

And we are never, ever the same


 Look for me in the whirling clouds of the thunderhead,

 as it sweeps across the range;

and feel me as I brush your face

 through the cool rain after summer heat.


Look for me where we walked, and laughed

along the streams and mountain passes;

and on the slopes of our mountain

 where we have known

the freedom of the snow.


Taste me in the salt air of

the Sound and the islands;

hear me in the screams of the gulls above the rocks,

 and the eagles soaring between the peaks.


Smell me in the sweetness of the morning sun,

 in the green of the pine,

and the marshy ponds where cattails wait.


I’m there as I have been

since I first learned of what I loved.

I cannot leave it behind.

It has become a part of me

as I am a part of it and you.



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