He didn’t always talk much but had so much to to say.
His smile lit up every room and his infectious laugh was only known by those lucky enough to be in on the joke.
Music was his love language.
He was the player of games,
the teller of jokes,
the DJ of every party.
He never met a stranger and so a wake of friends was always left his path.
He believed in magic and his faith made us believers, too.
We had to let him go and he is free.
And now he soars wherever he chooses.
He has no limits,
no obstacles to overcome.
He made us believe he could fly and now he does.