Appreciation : Kaelan Paton and Sandy Paton

I was driving up Route 7 when I saw a car coming south with two red kayaks on the roof. The light hit them and there were two bright flashes of light. I thought of Kaelan Paton, and these words followed.

I learned later that at the same time the rescue crew was back at the river rescuing three hikers from the same place Kaelan died.

I e-mailed this poem to Sandy the next morning and found out that Sandy passed away that same day.

In memory of both Kaelan and his grandfather:

Let the River Take Me Home

Just let the river take me home

to the places that I love

Let the river take me onward

on to the stars above...

I loved the hills and the valleys

of the place where I was born.

Knew the mountain streams and rivers

and felt their gentle love.

As I slipped away that sad day

and knew the river’s cold embrace

My spirit flowed on without me

as my soul was led to grace.

I’ve gone beyond the river

and those mountains I had known.

Now I dance with whales and dolphins

upon the ocean foam.

Just let the river take me home

to the places that I love

Let the river take me onward

and to the stars above...

            — Jill Losee, Falls Village

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