Day 52, 12May10

I've been working on a rough poem call "the Box".

It all comes down to this... a box

As I sit staring,
I begin to cry;
You have left us too soon,
HS graduation, colleges, marriage, kids had yet to come;
I sit before a cold gray box

I remember the years spent watching you blossom,
Witnessing the realization of your potential;
From Ladybug Day Care to Russian Hill School;
You were creative and full of energy;
From your first days at Burkes through 8th grade graduation,
You were spirited, silly, and smart;
From Purple Penguins, Green Giants, to the Panthers,
You were committed and driven;
From your first steps in volleyball with MJs and AVC;
You were gregarious and a team player;
During your time at Redwood High School to Tamiscal;
You were inquisitive and motivated;
In your short year with TEAM,
You discovered your passion for the outdoors and brotherhood;
Yet it all comes down to this box

You are so much more; more than this box;
Your spirit transcended time and space;
Your innate ability to laugh in the face of challenge will be with us forever,
We love you and will miss you forever