I saw a torch with a beautiful flame today.
Cheers from the crowds, a blanket of red and blue over the crowds, warm spirit everywhere on a crowded Vancouver street. I really couldn't see a frown anywhere in that great wall of people.
While we all happily cheered on the torch, you fought for your life and lost it within seconds.
A whirlwind of emotions swept through Vancouver and the world.
A celebration continued on despite the tears in many eyes, a steadfast team walked solemnly with heads held high even though you were not there and was supposed to be.
I don't know if you were ever a spiritual person,
But I can't help but feel you were there with them tonight.
You'll be there when your team competes for medals,
Smiling and encouraging your team mates.
You'll also be there if they suffer disappointment, encouraging them to get up again.
I didn't know you, but you're someone's son, brother, and best friend.
I'm so sorry your dream ended like this. I heard, in some movie years ago, that when people die, they still never stop inspiring others.
My deepest prayers and condolensces go to the family and team-mates of Nodar Kumaritashvilli, who died so horribly today. If I have gotten his name wrong, please let me know. I've never met him, but my heart breaks for him and his loved ones.