After 34 months I am still overwhelmed by the love you shared with others and how that love seems to cross all kinds of boundaries, age, time, distance, to come and bear hug me when I need it. But not just me, so many. So many.
On the 19th...
As Caylea and I waited to donate blood, we were sitting next to a woman who, when she heard our last name, said her son played football with you (over seven years ago) and she recalled how fondly her own son spoke of you and cannot believe how long it's already been.
On the 19th...
Your Aunty dreamed you were playing with her daughter. You've not met yet here on earth, only in her dreams.
We started a Bible study and one of the parent's kids is a sophomore at TAMU and of course her senior boyfriend knows a friend of yours who speaks highly of you. That's info three times removed, yet still this mom still knows your name and of your kindness.
And that says nothing of the Facebook posts, the texts and emails, and that it is just my perspective. I know the rest of the family have stories too.
Son, brother, friend, a whisper of love and kindness passed around. You are greatly missed and loved more and more everyday. Everyday Ian.
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| my heart will continue ; |
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