by Edward Kennedy » 06/ 14/ 10 5:46 am
Generally is such tragic situations, homilies/tributes are paid to the one who has left this temporal existence. I knew little about MIss Emily, but all I needed to know was that if she was good enough for Backhoe, she was more than good enough for me or anyone for that matter.
I would say that in my time here, I have come to be very fond of some people from both genders, and Backhoe has demonstrated character that is uncommon and quite admirable. Thus people one knows in that manner who have tragedies in their existence always draws a great effectual impact on those who value such an individual.
I have always tended to focus on those left behind more than the ones who have left this existence and so it is now, all concern and focus is on one individual who is highly valued beyond conceivable worth here, by myself and I am sure by others.
In the praising of excellence I do in my existence wherever I encounter it, in the midst of that, whether it be seen in the magificence and majesty of the mountian peaks, the sublimity of a lake at midnight on a full moon evening, or the simple but awe inspiring sight of a higher elevation mountain glen, resplendent with wild flowers, I can always picture Backhoe as an integral part of such, though in a human form.
There can be no doubt that Backhoe is one of the most loved people here, and rightly so. Thus the touch of tragedy that bows him also bows those who cherish him for who and what he is.
I cannot suffice to use mere words to properly pay tribute to him, or by asociation, Miss Emily. Where there is sorrow, there is sacred ground and there certainly is here in this circumstance. Entering into the fellowship of his sorrow is a natural thing.