Oh how I find myself stricken with an emptyness....
As if a part of me...Nay, as a part of us has begotten of this existence
for the great unexplored...The Threshold that we must all be destined
As he has crossed this barrier, which the Ideals had been just a fragment of his Being
to the one that is of the greater whole...
and he will pass from the confines of the finite towards the horizion of the infinite
Nay, I will not grieve
Though I am destined to
I will not Morn
Though it is to be
I will honor he, who in his wisdom and Ideal has molded and shaped
Others and to myself... a great father has been released...like so many before
I will continue to strive my best to live his ideal through my design....
And continue the journey that was paved for him...and now he has paved for me
From within burns a fire of rage...but will be tempered by his Ideal
I will not let his crossing go unrecognized, and without my Sincerest Grattatude
To a Father of Trek, I say this.....
Thank You