I returned home a while ago from the vigil service for Orange Councilman Steve Ambriz. It was a really touching service. The pews of St. Norbert Church were filled, and a succession of Steve's family and friends told stories about Steve and paid tribute to his character.
On the back of the prayer card was this poem, which I presume was a favorite of Steve's:
Afterglow
I'd like the memory of me to be a
happy one,
I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles
when day is gone.
I'd like to leave an echo whispering
softly down the ways,
Of happy times, and laughing times,
and bright and sunny days.
I'd like the tears of those who grieve
to dry before the sun,
Of happy memories that I leave when
life is done.
I don't know who wrote that, but it captures Steve Ambriz's spirit well.
I think most of us start out with the same vibrant optimism and belief in something better that Steve possessed in such infectious quantities. But whereas for most of us time and the mileage of life can dull and wear that optimism away, it didn't make a dent in those qualities for Steve. For him, hope and optimism were a habit of mind and spirit, and we are now poorer for his passing.
But our loss is heaven's gain. And such is Steve's capacity for happiness it will certainly stand out even in Heaven, where the denizens are probably tapping each other and the shoulder and asking, "Hey, who's Mr. Happy over there?"