Shombit Chaudhuri

I had a great time with you on the OAC mathissen trip and from that trip it was evident that you loved anything and everything about the outdoors. You will me missed so much Austin. I only met you on that one OAC trip but still I'm glad I did. There is a really good poem about death and nature that I think applies here and hopefully it will provide some comfort for others though I cannot remember the author of it: 

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.