Murph

Cannot believe you’re gone, Murph, your battle at last at an end. You fought heroically, a battle of attrition in rebellion against the spread. The courage you possessed, can I even know or comprehend? A will for life ever defiant and burning fiercely red. So brave and resolute were you in your fight. It’s why I know your soul travels beyond this dark of night.

For your life was ripe with adventure and a desire to just be. Harnessed to parachutes you swam through clouds and sky. It’s like all those dreams you told me, I remember in those dreams you dared to fly. In life you traveled distant coasts and to places immutably old and deep. The northern lights, my beloved shire, and Arizona peaks. Experiencing what life gives, and making of it profound memories.

Find happiness and pave your own way, blanketed in the robes of old culture that traveled here to stay. Still you remained true to who you are, as days gave way to grief. To be true and kind and all those good things, you kept only those, like primroses blooming in spring.

My cousin, sweet sister, my closest of kin. Today we bid farewell and celebrate you. The life you lived and the passion you imbued. The legacy you leave, the ones who love you will keep true. Survived by your father, brothers, nephews and nieces, Mary you’re gone, and our hearts left in pieces. But to a better place, that great beyond. A spirit so loving, a spirit so strong, you’ve left to heaven, but you’ll never be gone.

Rest in peace beloved Sister