David Foege

My friend David died in April, the cruelest month. I loved him very much. He was a true brother, and I miss him greatly.

His family offered this poem at his memorial:

We trust that beyond absence
there is a presence.

That beyond the pain
there can be healing.

That beyond the brokenness
there can be wholeness.

That beyond the anger
there may be peace.

That beyond the hurting
there may be forgiveness.

That beyond the silence
there may be the word.

That beyond the word
there maybe understanding.

That through understanding
there is love.

PEACE