I saw you on the mountain waving your arms at me,
not asking to be saved, rather rejoicing in being free.
You turned and gestured for me to follow, over the ridge and beyond.
I hesitated and didn’t take the step and suddenly you’re gone.
Now when I look upon that mountain, where you waved and drew my eye,
I realize you weren’t calling me home, you just came to say goodbye.
But someday I’ll take that journey, climbing high upon the ridge,
and join you on the mountain to say farewell to a life well lived.
Post Script: This poem in honor of my Bubba Todd and hiking buddy. Meet ya on the mountain brother!
