Were it that I knew you better, or longer… I think silently.
A familiar, haunting silence– like an unremembered dream, but very different from your silence.  Your presence was a warm, deep love, albeit narrowing over the years, which nourished human bonds.

Were it that you followed your own best advice… I remember, silently.
Selective, honest, passionate words– a mere garnish to your unwavering dedication and gentle spirit.  The compassionate, pragmatic care you freely shared with so many, was somehow reserved solely for others.

As I learn about your beautiful legacy, and embrace what you have given me, I realize how close we already are, and how close we can still become.

Be silent now Gerry; I’ll carry your gentle love forward, aloud.

Brandon