It’s in everything I do –
The way I talk, the way I walk, the way I work –
Little things you taught along the way,
Each action left its mark.
Though time was a thief of experience,
And broken was what most saw –
Influence worked its way into who I am,
Spinning gold from straw.
You may not have had all the answers,
And silence spoke more than words,
But somehow your presence echoed loud
In places I hadn’t heard.
I am more than who I’ve grown to be—
I’m shaped by all you’ve known.
A presence loud upon this earth,
Yet never mine alone.
Time may steal the moments we missed,
But it can't unweave the thread—
You live in what I’ve yet to build,
In all the achievement that lies ahead.
And when they ask what shaped this soul,
What taught me to push through—
I’ll smile and say, without a doubt:
It was the best of you.
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