I recently lost one of my best friends. I can relate to the long funeral procession because I was just in one yesterday. He was so loved and he loved so big. Everyone who met him could see bright beacon of life and joy that he was/is. I know he’s not gone. He was in the bitter cold wind at the cemetery. He was in the sun that warmed us in that very same wind. He is in everyone he touched in this life, and the love that we all will continue to share. He showed us the way to live. Now we must live.
Stay with us as long as you need and touch as many of us as you can. We need the lessons you have learned. I’m sorry they’ve had to be learned at such great cost. With all of the love I can muster, stay blessed!