IN MEMORIAM 💔@ChacingTheStorm

Sometimes, there is no warning for the Storm

There is no warning; we look up, and the young are swept away into the blue.  

And now I am old, old, saying all the things the old would say when I was young - "he was too young, too young... I would trade places, if I could..." 

We have no warning when we will go - and we can make our peace with that. But to see others struck, to watch them disappear, is sometimes too shocking for the soul to bear. 

I crossed paths with Chace online when he first started chasing the Storm; that innocent wonder at all things wild was a delight to me, in my little WonderBunker, viewing the world through the eyes of my own StormSpotters. 

https://x.com/ChacingTheStorm/status/1900933285120754169

Chace was enthusiastic, with a joy in all things weather related, and his love for the friends in the chase was his life...

so it was not in my mind that I would open my feed and find him gone.

https://x.com/JordanHallWX/status/190216898958691990

Thank God for Life everlasting; but remember those who wait, and mourn, for the young are snatched away on a breath of wind, and they are gone, gone, up into the great Storm...


IN MEMORIAM💔for Chace

 Fly high into the skies, above the cloud and storm,
with lightning in your eyes and the Sun to keep you warm; 
with thunder in your wings as you watch the maelstrom form, 
Soaring with the Spirit of the Storm...