I never know how to act at one of these things. Funerals, memorial services, vigils. While I did not know Trevor Boehm at all, it felt appropriate to go, to pay my respects and to learn a little bit more about how he touched people's lives.
And I got more than I bargained for. It's amazing how much Boehm meant to the people he met. The way they talked about him, I wished I had met him, even momentarily.
I can't seem to gather my thoughts enough to write a coherent post. I guess the vigil just reminded me of the people I have lost and that my friends have lost. It was a reminder that, no matter what, the memory of a person still lives and burns strongly regardless of how long ago they actually died.
May you rest in peace and bring inspiration to others to be just as passionate, sincere and genuine as you were.
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