Time can never separate the touch of countless hearts that came from one most loved, yet unexpected by many. A heart that carried many thoughts, some shared yet many remain hidden in the stories and poems that, if read with an open and unselfish view, would be honored to see just what kind of person Codey was. The Love, respect, concern for those unknown to him, was just the entrance to the garden of roses he wanted so many to share and appreciate if they are willing.
Let’s not see Codey as one gone from us, but rather one who cared enough that in spite of how others viewed him and what he believed as unimportant, just stop and ask yourself what is the best story or poem of Codey’s you really liked and how it touched you or left a lasting thought for you to linger on. Then maybe, just maybe, you will begin to see why the rose is so beautiful, yet if not handled with care will leave you with a reminder for the next encounter, you will see the value of the lives that are all around us no matter the color or species. We all share the same world and we really have a choice in the matter. So as Codey so simply states at the entrance to Codey’s world, “Don’t just take time to stop and smell the roses, plant a few for those who can’t find any on their path.”
Codey, I never got the chance to know you, nor the opportunity to become a friend. Though I am unable to have physically seen you, through the writings shared by you I no longer sit perched on a cliff afraid to fly free.
Blind Eagle
I wish to dedicate this song to a very special unknown friend, whose life shared through his many poems and stories touched not only my life but those of countless others. making his world available to those who seek just a little bit more.
Listen to Wind Beneath My Wings by Steven Houghton on YouTube.
Blind Eagle