Lindsey's family celebrates her talents on the foundation website in a section that includes her art and poetry.
One page urges everyone to do something "'Lindsey-esque' like play the guitar, draw a portrait, or do a back flip." In addition to several safety tips, the list includes a very Lindsey-esque attribute:
"Be a friend, even to a stranger in need."
Lindsey Marie Bonistall
I want to fly up to the clouds,
And never look back on the earth.
I've hidden my wings for quite some time,
And they are anxious to flutter.
And when I unfurl my magnificent wings,
Those mere mortals' mouths will drop.
For none of them will ever see,
The treetops I pass,
The clouds I walk on,
The shooting stars I catch.
And though many have some wings,
They never get to fly.
A fear of heights or falling down,
Keeps them from the sky.
And many think their wings are strong,
And they think that will fly too,
But when they spread their arms toward heaven,
An earthly anchor holds them back.
I want to show the world my wings,
To show them I can fly.
And one day soon they will see me,
Many miles high in the sky.