To: Paul

A vision of a fond memory continues to conjure itself up into my head. I need to share with you. This flashback has come alive again within my heart. I can't express more the mannerisms of Sydney and how they made me realize her grace. My thoughts bow down to the McCaskey holiday concert our 10th grade year. Sydney took center stage and sang "Go Tell It On The Mountain," solo. But, as I sat with my goosebumps up and down my arms, I discovered she was not solo. I looked closer at her beautiful being and focused on the song. Her calmness and charisma created a swirling of energy about her and I could see angels dancing next to her. I looked more with my heart and saw the halo around her. I went home that day and thought a lot. Most of my thinking embraced the truth that I had the remarkable honor of knowing an angel on earth. Time stood still, mountains moved, the air became more pure. I stood more tall, I am thankful I was able to get into such a beautiful person's world. She always gave me a smile, a word, an unspoken word. I feel blessed to have Sydney forever in my corner, watching over me. Love you, Bro

There are times when I am given the chance to speak beyond myself, to remember love that has departed. Like when the smell of a magnolia flower comes across the yard and rests on my nostrils, like when you witness a kind interaction between folks, like the way a bird rests against the hedges and breathes and sings. All things, great and small, interacting with grace and peace. For the common good. There, I find the spirits of my friends.