They leave. Often too soon. They leave us behind with the thousand daily sorrows and joys of our lives. We speak of their big things, their public things, how they made a small difference for many or, perhaps, a big difference for one. Or two. We remember smaller things, glances, words, understandings, knowledge of presence even when contact was deferred for the trivial. We speak of accomplishments. We remember stories. They leave. Leave spaces in our world where once they lived with such vivid reality that they could be safely ignored for great spans of time. Now those vacated spaces call to our longing. They leave. We do not grieve for them but for left behinds who can but embrace faith that we might in some different eternity fill parts of one another's worlds once again.
— RonRisley – 02 May 2005