I met you only once. In the summer before you passed, just before the century you shared with Canada. You gave me a dollar, green, like you. You fed me pönnukökur and confessed that Aunty Siggy had broken her hip and couldn’t come to see me. You had the healing power, restful, relaxing to my eye. Bold endurance, so many miseries yet you survived them all and still cared more for others than yourself. How does someone become so good, so green, so filled with life. Renewal, growth, and hope, like spring returning to life after the cold months of winter. You were compassion and harmony You have earned your rest. I would have liked to meet you more than once.

Perfect virtue is gravity, generosity of soul, sincerity, earnestness, and kindness