Randall Wilson

Randy and I had several classes together at Boylan. He was a wonderful young man then, full of life and promise.
I am sure he will be deeply missed by family and friends.
Since we had an English class together I leave this poem for his family. I hope it brings you comfort.
"I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun,
I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you...