I have no firm recollection of you. No wise words, no memory of your face that pictures didn’t give me, but I remember you as hands holding mine, so strong - arms that lifted me up off the ground, my fingers stretching out towards heaven until you lifted me back down.

I rememeber you as laughing voices, grown up conversation echoes floating in from the next room. Like sunlight spilling through the blinds, it warmed the house and soothed my mind. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

So you left us, Virgil, twenty-five feet above the ground, your soul stretching out towards heaven, your body tangled up in wires and falling to the ground.