Dude, I never needed the monkey as much as I do right now. Look at his sweet little face. Peace, Love and Prayers.
I’ve been on my knees these last few days. Trying to make sense of the nonsensical. Trying to live life without worries and anxiety. Not for the faint of heart. But still I try.
Lots of wordless moments. In between all the wonderful memories. When people lose a loved one, they remember what a good, kind person. In many cases, that’s simply not true. People are flawed. Revisionist history is used to get through the grief. But every once in a while instead of tribute, there is truth. That rare unique soul who touched so many. Gone too soon but not forgotten. I carry your example with me.
On the death of a friend, we should consider that the fates through confidence have devolved on us the task of a double living, that we have henceforth to fulfill the promise of our friend’s life also, in our own, to the world.