It is somewhat queer, to bethink a friend from a life vest and helmet
A rather peculiar sense tingle, to look you up in a small piece of land
This day, it is all we can do
This day, a year ago… is the last day we’ve met
Today, you fill our thoughts
Today, we commemorate you
Your demise revive our hearts
Your passing expose our brittle flesh
Your death coerce minds to ponder for better more.
Consequently we believe,
Except a seed fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone:
but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit.