Kelly’s death hit me hard and really took a toll on me. I miss her so much.

As I’ve accepted her passing, I’ve been meaning to write about so many things. Then I got sick again. So I still haven’t written like I’d planned to.

But I have started a blog that I hope to finish up tomorrow so that I can post it. Until then, though, here is a little poem beautifully capturing some of my thoughts about Kelly Frost.

“Were a star quenched on high,
For ages would its light,
Still travelling downward from the sky,
Shine on our mortal sight.

“When a good man dies,
For years beyond his ken,
The light he leaves behind him shines
Along the path of men.”
[written for his friend and mentor, A. B. Maston]

–Alexander Russell Main, from “Life of A. B. Maston,” by G. P. Pittman, 1909