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.
Getting to know Francis was one of the many highlights of my last trip over. Watching Francis run to greet Amber, then slowly sit and await acceptance was both happy and sad for me. Watching Nicole spend so much time curled up with Francis was very heartwarming, the gentle touch, the gentle whispering.
My thoughts are with you all at Saints for loving such a special boy. He is now free of debilitating encumbrances and is running with the angels.