If Life...

If life was a masterpiece, he was the artist,

and his personality, the paint that adheres

to the canvas of our memory.

For who but Wilson could have created a mosaic

that will be imprinted in my mind for the span

of my lifetime?

If life was an ocean, he was the captain,

guiding us through the darkest of hours with

constant reassurances and natural Southern poise.

For who but Wilson could have calmed stormy seas

with a smile that exposed a shining soul on fire

with a deep and abiding love of life?

If life was a classroom, he was the teacher,

a man who was always there, an unwavering light

exuding happiness and care.

For who but Wilson could have helped me rediscover

the kindergartner inside through his playful

antics and child-like curiosity?

If life was a garden, he was the gardener,

tending to his loved ones with unexpected

intensity, watering each of his relationships passionately.

For who but Wilson could have brought so

many bulbs into full bloom in the midst of

a cold winter?

And if life wasn't life, he would still be here,

but life remains life, that much is clear.

Every day gets harder, comprehending that you're gone

May you rest forever, Willy, in the peaceful waters of Roatan.