1/11/16 Kurt
How do we process the death of those that we care deeply for ~ that leave so suddenly we do not get our final conversation?
In retrospect, I will review our last conversation, my last feelings, my last mood with you. My frustration with you seems so useless in the face of your death.
Why didn’t I phone, why didn’t I speak, write, or any of all of the things I could have done in order to have that conversation, you know, the final conversation? How did I miss telling your lost soul that you had provided light and substance to all that you touched? Your laugh was infectious and your sense of humor even more so. You gave yourself and you gave the world: healing, dignity and fun. We could not have asked for more. The sudden exit from the living, well that, I would have asked to be different, but you could not have obliged me.
Your destiny is your deal with God, it is not for me to understand, judge, approve or, in any way, know. I hope that wherever you are, you are laughing with the pleasure of a glass of wine and some very good company. I hope that you are getting; so much of what you gave to us.
