Yesterday I drove 150 miles to say good-bye to an old friend as they laid him to rest. On the way home, driving on a two-lane bumpy road, I bounced it around my head. He was out for a walk on a country road, drunk comes down the road, swerves and kills him. Six feet either way and he would have been alright, just doesn’t seem possible, but it happened.
As I mulled it around in my mind, only one thing came to mind and it was this.
The more I experience in life, it seems the less I understand it. One more member of the tribe who will not sit around the campfire, one less seat to fill at the table, and I suppose life moves on.
But it will not be as bright as before, without my friend Mo. Only one thing in this world that doesn’t take a Holiday and that is death.
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