Saturday, December 21, 2024
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Post-war, a remarkable cohort of extraordinary young men and women came of age in Charlottetown. In the 'seventies and early 'eighties we found new ways to become our best selves. We flourished in the arts, in commerce, in politics and in education. Michael Edward - head, heart and soul - was the best of us. Thanks for the flights of fancy, Michael, the wonderful conversations about God and Faith and Love and Hope, and the actual small craft flights you piloted over the Island that brough so much joy to so many.
High Flight,
By John Gillespie Magee Jr.
"Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds,—and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of—wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air ....
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew—
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high un-trespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God."
RIP dear friend. The world is a better place, and PEI skies bluer because you gave so much love with such grace and ease.
