Tribute to Randy Buresh

Collage of Randy Buresh

 

Dear friends of Oregon's Wild Harvest,

Earlier this month, our beautiful co-founder, mentor and friend Randal Buresh passed on to his forever home, peacefully surrounded by the family he loved and adored. He was a teacher, a student, a father, grandfather, husband, caretaker, lover, dreamer and a leader.

With sparkly, mischievous eyes, dirt on his hands and a heart wide-open, Randy would often say, 'without love, no mission is possible.' And if you knew him, you knew how true this really was. Randy's whole life could be defined as love in action.

In his professional role as co-founder of Oregon's Wild Harvest, he was head dreamer in charge, healer and farmer extraordinaire with a heartfelt connection to the earth and all of its creatures; human and animal alike.

A helper by nature, he lived in true service to others. He was a, “yes man,” and the generosity of his time, energy and love were infectious. After being around him, you wanted to be more like Randy, living for the moment and getting the most out of every day.

Another Randy expression was, 'leave it better than you found it.' Whether it was a relationship, a piece of land, a job that needed to get done - he tackled every challenge with heart. At the center of everything he did was the desire to pass on his own knowledge, wisdom and love to his children, his grandchildren and everyone he came to know.

His character, grit, determination and love is evident in everything he did and his family will help carry on this legacy for generations to come.

Although his earthly figure is no longer here, the seeds he planted will continue to grow. Peace, love and hard work would be Randy's message to us all. Love each other, love the earth and don't be afraid to dig in and make things happen.

POEM:

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 sunlight 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 circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die.