Bruce,
You were a sailor at heart
a teammate
a friend
your laughter
an echo
that's left in your place
We'll never forget
that smile on your face
and each precious moment
you shared while we raced
You bantered and jostled
and trimmed like a Moose
We never once thought
it was you we would lose
the currents are changing
the tides rise and fall
we sit here and wonder
if we missed your call
the waves they came crashing
and flooded your heart
you couldn't call to us
your laughter drowned out
we miss you
we wonder
what storms you went through
and wish we could guide you
if only we knew
we hope you can see us
main up and jib out
your spirit is with us
of that there's no doubt
the currents are changing
the tides rise and fall
we see you
you're out there
with spinnaker tall
You don't need a foredeck
a pit or a crew
you follow your heart
and it carries you through
the currents are changing
the tides rise and fall
you skipper your vessel
you follow your call
In loving memory of Bruce Becker -
The Moose.
Written by Margaret Heredia
Photo taken by Peter Lyons as Ay Caliente sails out the
Golden Gate for Bruce's memorial on Nov. 2nd. 2008.