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2021 Tucson Reunion Multimedia Presentation

2021 Tucson Reunion Multimedia Presentation

Land of Smiles by Dave Kershisnik

We came a while to this sunny land
To learn, to teach, to serve
It left a mark upon our hearts
As we hope we have on yours
Remember us as trees grow tall
And think of those who loved you all.

Jane Reed Wilson ’74

Not Forgotten by Peter Frampton

what do you do when you learn, there’s no tomorrow….you hold hands…..sing songs…….live life……till it’s gone…….but not forgotten

what you do when you’re sad……. and heavy laden, you reach deep……and beyond……give love….till your gone……. but not forgotten

those who went before…….why aren’t they remembered……..they held our hands……and sang a song…….they lived their lives…..but now they’re gone

not forgotten……..not forgotten

find your light and turn it on shine it down on everyone

find your light and turn it on shine it down on everyone

find your light………………….shine it down on everyone


The Ship by Brent Bishop

What is dying?

A ship sails and I stand watching as she fades. And someone beside says, “She is gone” Gone where? Gone from my sight that is all;

She is just as large as when I saw her…The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, Not in her…And just at that moment when

someone at my side says “She is gone” There are others who are watching her coming, and other voices takes up a glad shout,

“there she comes” And that is dying…

When Great Trees Fall by: Maya Angelou

When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety.
When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened,examines,
gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken.
Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our minds, formed and informed by their radiance, fall away. We are not so much maddened as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of dark, cold
And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed.
Maya Angelou


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This site was conceived by David Wilkerson (ISB Class of 1971), who has cared for it over the past two decades, and who has collected and posted the memorials found here.  Contact David by emailing to: isbeings at gmail dot com