Ed Curtin, Part II - Honor and Thanksgiving

there’s too many words to say.

maybe a thank you, maybe a Godspeed blessing

truly above all else, I just want to relook at time with you

seconds spent each morning reflecting the world

not only for its beauty, but for the suffering, or the enigma

something I lacked at staring for so long due to my blindness

I think what was broken inside of me mend itself through each word,

something that was needed for so long.

I think people will remember you for the man you chose to be

a thousand options given to you, many of which would’ve been fine to serve

yet you chose a route unlike any other

one who shined a beacon of hope and care,

and one of love and compassion

something we both did not deserve, but needed.

a sound resonated through each hallway, blown from each bell.

thank you for everything. I don’t think I had the chance to tell you that.

you were the catalyst my soul needed.

each moment with you was honored with respect and understanding

conversations reflected by what the world could be.

you shone a light in everyone’s heart

not only for us, the fourteen,

but for the school.

something that could never be taught in any classroom.

my memory of you will always remain of the life you breathed,

allowing a family to grow even stronger together

something that couldn’t be found,

not in any other prep school, not in any other mercy school,

even not in any IB school,

but here, where the colors of green and white shine as bright as the man who lead it.

thank you, again. I promise I’ll make you proud.

I’ll see you around, Mr. Curtin.