Fly Down The Mountain

About an experience of my Brother skiing through me after he died.

When I fly down the Mountain with the wind in my Hair.

When I fly down the Mountain on a wing and a prayer.

When I fly down the Mountain feel the grace as I move.

When I fly down the Mountain my legs have found the groove.

As I fly down the Mountain she opens up to me.

As I fly down the Mountain the movement sets me free.

As I fly down the Mountain I begin to feel you near.

As I fly down the Mountain shedding all my fear.

See me fly down the Mountain forever is at my door.

See me fly down the Mountain you free me evermore.

See me fly down the Mountain your heart is now with me.

See me fly down the Mountain you are here my brother Steve.

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When my brother Steve passed away Oct. 7, 2001, I 

spoke at his funeral about how he always wanted to

come out and visit me and ski the Rockies. Well on Dec 8, 2001 me and my son Gary were at Snowbird, we

stayed at Iron Blossom Inn and it snowed going up the

canyon, all night and was still snowing while we were

skiing. And I felt my brother skiing the Mountain through

 

me, I have never felt anything like it and I have never

skied like that before or since. I kept telling Gary,

Beaver is with us, we called my brother Steve, Beaver.

At times I would just let go and fall into the powder and

laugh because I was used to falling but on this day I

could do no wrong, even the chutes were easy for me. I

am crying now remembering that day, it was a miracle

and I am so glad my brother got to ski the Rockies. May

in this moment our Hearts be one. Beaver at the

reunion we will all remember you, we will hear your

stories, we will laugh along with you as you share your

big heart. You are the big brother and I feel lacking in

your place, may you help me to rise above and learn to 

ski the mountain of life with grace. May we walk the rest

of this journey together your heart in mine, your love 

combined with mine, your laughter in my soul, to lift me 

up to give me the strength to carry on and carry them 

with me, carry their hearts that have become so heavy. 

Help us to see we are almost there, help us to see the 

beauty that is coming just over the ridge. Help us to 

know we are the children of the morning that we shine 

for all to see their way. Tell me a joke as only you could 

tell to lighten my heart and bring a smile to all who 

heard, tell us the stories that you worked so hard to 

perfect that we would be lifted and cheered by your 

beautiful smile. Your smile shines in my heart and may 

it continue to shine until I see you coming and we are 

again together again.