BIRDSONG

All I know is something like a bird within her sang,
All I know she sang a little while and then flew on,
Tell me all that you know, I'll show you snow and rain.

If you hear that same sweet song again, will you know why?
Anyone who sings a tune so sweet is passin' by,
Laugh in the sunshine, sing, cry in the dark, fly through the night.

Don't cry now, don't you cry, don't you cry anymore.
Sleep in the stars, don't you cry, dry your eyes on the wind.

All I know is something like a bird within her sang,
All I know she sang a little while and then flew off,
Tell me all that you know, I'll show you snow and rain.

Beanie:

Your grace and dignity during this most trying of times stand as pillars of humanity. I have no adequate words to express my sorrow over your loss. I have only words to express my gratitude for your presence during all times, good, bad, and, now, tragic. It speaks volumes, never more so loudly than now, at the hour of this greatest personal trial. You enrich the lives of others. Kiersten did as well. Now she lives on through not only your endeavors in this regard, but of so many here who undoubtedly are thinking now of how they can better emulate what she understood and mastered in such a short period of time.
That is a fitting tribute, and a wonderful legacy.

Thank you, and thank you Kiersten.