Francis passed peacefully today on his blanket out in the grass. I think of him, turning him over and over again inside me. Jean chose a butterfly windchime for his joyous spirit and Leila chose his song, Desperado, by the Eagles for his lonely life that he let go when he came here. Mo named him the cowboy for his swaggering walk that shouted, "I belong here" and we all saw his light. You were many things Francis to many people and you made us all better people than we were. Thank you.