All Our Heroes Fall

      What if you were the glue that held everything together? What if you were the little bit of joy that kept people from breaking? You, the hope, the pride, the ambassador.

       We cannot bear to look around us. We cannot bear to see each other’s faces. So we look, instead, to you.

       And we can’t take our eyes off of you. That is why we all saw, every last one. We saw you fly. We saw you fly where none of us could follow. We saw you fly to God.

       Now we must find some other way to keep on.