To my brother Chris
Here with you all under the big sky
In this small seaside hamlet
That he would have called a city
And he would have said with a wry smile that declared:
"I'm glad I thought of it first"
Listening to you all talk about your time with him
The laughter and love that swells and sways even through this unfamiliar home
As we mention this or that, when I and him...
We all, who travel this but single road
Forge anew our bonds of kinship
For it is in the sharing of the journey and not the destination
That we learn and remember why we chose to be human!