May the solace and peace you have offered this world wash over you, reflected in grace and the light of day; may those ties that have bound you slip free from your hands, that you may help yourself as you have helped so many others; may you never forget your memory is valued like nothing else this young man has ever known, and that your future cannot but deliver you to a place where you are so valued again; may you stand fast against the tumult and understand that comfort, and forgiveness, and all the joy life has to offer are at your feet unconditionally. May you forgive me for not perhaps being able to pick them up and put them in hands for fear of how that might appear.
No one is perfect, no one is perfectly centered or emotionally steadfast, but the best people in existence are consistently kind. May you never forget the content of your heart and may anyone else with such kindness drawn into his or her design find some way across your path, in a confederation of human donation, as I found a way across your path all that time ago. May they never be as afraid as I was to simply extend that kindness and forsake all notions of deserving something else than I was getting.
Goodbye.
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