I has been one year already…

…since Lou’s human body is no longer with us. But His Spirit is always with us, in our hearts.
Family and Friends will be gathering tomorrow morning, Thursday, and in the evening on Friday to commemorate Lou Melo. Join us – everyone is welcome!

“If ever there is a tomorrow when we’re not together,

…there is something you must always remember. You are braver then you believe, stronger then you seem, and smarter then you think. But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart, I’ll always be with you.”

~ A.A. Milne

He was the kindest and most loving man…

…I have ever known. “Be kind to each other“, “Share Love“, “You don’t have to be right, you can choose to be kind” Lou often said.
He touched Lives of thousands. He was a trusted Friend who loved all people, and strived to help as many as possible, before taking care of himself.

He had this mysterious power of wishes fulfilled. Amazing dreams realized for him. It might have taken a week, a few months or a few years on his Vision Board, but what went on it, became a reality sooner or later. 
Lou worked every day to be better than he was yesterday, and not comparing himself with anyone else. 

If you met him, you must have heard this: “You can be so much better than me – I believe in You!” 

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
caves.

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.”