Ed Curtin, Part I - reflection and emotion

I think there’s too many things to say or thank in a small amount of time.

I remember walking into the chapel for the first time in what seemed ages

jesus judging on one side, mary blessing on the other

questions that were unanswered, yet solved, all the same.

as ages passed, so did the souls we shared

every word spoken brought something new.

I think you were the reason why all of us seemed to hold each other so well.

the bond that seemed to be unbroken, stretched beyond cliques or shields

but instead was sheltered by compassion and love.

this was lead by you.

there’s too many names to remember you as.

a legend who shined hope, one who understood

he guided the spark carried from each person around him

and allowed it shine brighter than even the largest stars.

or a leader who carried a torch, and walked across an emerald road

as he held both promise and trust, a fire to be passed and carried.

but to me, someone who helped teach me how to care

not only for others more, but for myself

something I wasn’t able to do for so long.

a thesis could not even live up to your miracles,

but maybe a simple thank you.

thank you for understanding,

the smiles, the tears, the between.

thank you for giving a life and essence,

that made a building of brick and steel into a sanctuary of goodness and light.

but most importantly, thank you for being there.

not solely as a president, or even as a teacher,

but as a friend.