Courage to Jump
Skydive for Charity

Do not grieve for me, my love,

Mourning does little for the dead.

Do not weep for my suffering,

Burden is not taken to the grave.

Forgive me for all that I have not given you.

And take comfort in all that I have.

Remember that I am more than an untimely death, a mother unfulfilled, and a friend you have lost.

I am an aspiration yet to bloom.

This pain, while heavy for you now, will soon be only a memory.

And, as you think back on this time,

remember that my suffering

was but a single sentence on a page in the book that you still have a lifetime to fill.

Read this sentence when you need strength.

Make from it a plan to ease my regret,

And temper it with the memory of my smile.

As you move forward, never fear the weight of the volumes you write,

Know that as your book grows heavy with love and legend,

My spirit is at your side,

My strength is in your arms,

And my breath is on the breeze,

Soothing the burden of time from the lines on your beautiful face.