My dear friend Billie Furuichi lost her beloved two years ago. Isamu (Sam) was fishing in the Metolius River when he lost his footing and was swept downstream. Billie was there, on a bridge overlooking the river and saw go, but was unable to even get cell service where she was to summon help. This poem was written in Sam’s honor…he was a gentle man who always had a smile for you. He is missed now and forever!