05/14/2001 - 11/05/2018
Memorial created 11/19/2018 by Leesa.
I depart as air
I depart as air. I shake my white locks at the runaway sun.
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love.
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.
Failing to fetch me at first be encouraged.
Missing me one place search another.
I stop somewhere waiting for you.
–Walt Whitman Song of Myself 52
My companion, my North Star. My heart. Moving now light years ahead. I will see you again, my Little Potato.