I was shy,
then you said hi, and I knew we'd be alright.
You ran fast,
I think slow,
then you said "let's go for a walk", we knew we'd be alright.
You kayak and raft,
I was scared of a rock,
then we went whitewater rafting, and whoever lost that paddle had to stand and get singing.
You taught me courage,
I learned to venture,
then we went skiing, and beat those tough boys in pool, drinking and skiing.
You started me on scrapbook,
I urged you to write,
then we journal our hearts out in a circle of friends and light.
You threw me a shower,
I became a T. T.,
then we grew up and each got some marriages and kids.
You permeated busy and happy,
I steeped in melancholy and sassy,
but then you dangled in my worried heart, and that string pulled quite easy.
One day I heard your sorrow,
I felt your tears,
but then I've never known to feel sorry, for your brave fighting ways.
You are surrounded,
by a thousand and one hugs.
But then I know you'd much rather, just have back that one shining knight.
You've seen darkness,
you've been a light,
I hope you'd go see the sunset in Del mar, and know you'll be alight.
-- For Angie, in the wake of your devastating loss.