Albert Bearce

A great sadness over whelms me with his passing, and it leaves me even sadder that his life is summed up in a one line blurb. To be quickly forgotten in a discarded news paper some where. For the legacy that he left is far greater than that and the impact he had on others even greater. He was both teacher, and friend, quick tempered, yet forgiving and generous to a fault. Every child growing up needs a hero to emulate and learn those values that our parents can not instill in us. Simply because we think we know more than them, and we are out to prove ourselves to them. Albert was my hero in life and whom I most wanted to be like when I grew up. The values that he instilled are still in practice to this day in my life, and will be taught to my children. It is my fondest hope that my children will be able to find a hero like him. To help shape their lives, and pick up on what I can not teach them. Yet some how I think this will not happen for he was the last of a generation, a man among men. There is not much left for me to say, and little I can do except share this piece of wisdom that he gave to me with you. When it seems there is no grass to feel under foot , the fires have burned and skies have wept. There are no shattered bones of love and hope, or violated dreams to feed the soul with promises un kept. This is only a desperate act of whispered loneliness, a man will know always the rainbows hue. And not a beaten image, shade's of Grey stained black when time has passed by you. I think now there are no words left unspoken, exchanged or borrowed, so be graceful in your weeping . And gentle with your caress when memories frail skeleton is entrusted to your keeping. Make it more than just a forgotten single line, or cipher, remeber a hero is not gone just merely sleeping.