We mourn your loss today, you in the background. As this picture, such as you were in life. Taking the quiet backseat to someone else’s antics. Quiet is a word that describes you well. Soft spoken and tender-hearted, you always had a funny joke to share; your face breaking out into a wide grin at the punchline. Here are the things I will miss – your lanky frame sauntering over the Trailing Yew lawn, looking for something to mend, someone to fix, somehow making things right. A cup of coffee in hand, standing in the kitchen, waiting for the eggs bound for hot sauce. Sitting on the milk crate behind the cook house, telling a dirty joke with a raspy laugh. The flak jacket stained from years of smoke curling from your ever-present cigarette. Your dedication first, to an island, then to a woman, then, lastly, to an institution. You lived and died in the place you adored.
They say you are in a better place. If that is truly true you must be among the saints. Please kiss Miss Josephine hello. Hug Miss Mary. And lastly, tell my father I miss him so.