This is for Hector. May you have finally found peace in the core of your own deep heart. We loved you.
The Lake Isle Of Innisfree
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the mourning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
-William Butler Yeats
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Rest in Peace Hector, you truly were salt of the earth! I will always smile to "Tu Madre" and the back of your hand, Killians Irish Red, and your beloved Atlanta Falcons!
I hope you are in a better place.
Thank you Ray Ray you always have the right words and thoughts- Hector is now in a place where he can finally be at peace- that is what my heart keeps telling me.
Amen.
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