Dylan Corselius Willson

The years have a mind, a path a momentum of their own.
I am caught in their flow, ofter startled when I surface to catch my breath, to see how I have come to know you now, through your spirit, your gentle unseen touch. Life is different since you once walked here beside me…the colors less bright, but the need to follow in your footsteps more compelling and urgent.
You saw the world so clearly while you were and so, I don your wise and rose colored glasses…always with the deepest love and the greatest admiration.
Forever your Mom.