A pretty girl with long straight hair and a dark peacoat comes out of the dark,resting on the corner of a building-her eyes resting on me.the building has texture to the touch, the girl has touched me with her beauty and mystery. Her father, on the other side of the room smiles as his eyes squint with merriment, wisdom twinkling with life that can never die. Framed faces of strength and beauty, spirit and laughter, courage and mission, lovingly etched by a steady hand of one who knew how to capture the face of goodness - profiles of love - oh! how luckey we are! It was our blessing to have known-to know- oh! how luckey-to have shared the hugs, the laughter, the love! Oh! how luckey! Under orion tonight-while Norbert speaks with us thru his spirit guide and the mayflies dance! Oh! How luckey we are!
David Bonta
NOTE: Given at Kit's Memorial Service, Camp Arnold, Ohio, May 29, 2010 by me in David Bonta's absence - Tom
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