To the storm chaser.
For so long, the only words I could form were words of regret-
you should have lived,
long and happy and well.
It's true.
You should have.
You should not have left us the way you did,
so young and so full of life.
You should not have left us at all.
But you did.
And today, I look again at that last conversation, at the pictures
of your very last trip.
And today, I am grateful.
I am so grateful.
I am so grateful that your eyes saw beautiful things,
so grateful that your hands created the things they loved,
so grateful that your heart loved the way it did.
I am so grateful for the storms you chased,
for the songs you danced to;
oh, dear one, I am so grateful
for each fleeting beat of your precious, precious heart.

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