The Runner's Journey by Mark Gregory In the stillness of this hushed embrace, We gather 'neath the sky's soft grace, To bid farewell with hearts held light, To a runner who took flight. Through morning mist and golden rays, They journeyed forth on wooded ways, Their footfalls gentle on the earth, Their feet embraced the soil's sweet birth. With every stride they found their song, A rhythm steady, true and strong, Their breath a whisper, a silent prayer, A communion with the boundless air. The finish line was just a gate, To realms where runners contemplate, In meadows vast and valleys wide, Exploring death with joyful strides. Now in the hush of nature's choir, Their memory lives, a blazing fire, As long as forests stand and rivers run, The runner's journey is never done.

The Measure of a Man by Grady Poulard The measure of a man is not determined By his show of outward strength, By the volume of his voice or the thunder of his actions, Or of his intellect or academic abilities. It is seen rather in terms of the love that he has for his family and for everyone. The strength of his commitments, The genuineness of his friendships, The sincerity of his purpose, The quiet courage of his convictions. The fun, laughter, joy and happiness he gives to his family and to others. His love of life, his patience and his honesty, And his contentment with what he has.

Still expect to see your latest run or rowing and you giving me kudos on Strava. Love and miss you Bro ❤️