I miss my friend Jeff. I miss him everyday. I want to call him everyday and tell him...something. I always will. His death was abrupt and pointless. He was too young, he had too much left to do. His passing has touched far more people than he would have ever thought possible, but all of them never told him until he was gone, and if they had I am not sure that he would have listened.
Suddenly there was POP as the air filled the space where he once stood in our lives, a Magritte like cutout in our hearts and in our lives whose edges will soften with the passing days but which will never be filled for the remainder of our time on this planet.
As I was working I got a sudden idea that seems to sum it up. It comes from all the changes I have seen in my world and the worlds of all the people who were closest to Jeff. Changes and adjustments as a result of his sudden passing.
I think sometimes god sends us messengers, not street corner prophets or cathode ray hate screamers but simple souls who come to Earth to be good, and kind and human. The message they bring is shaped first in the way we love them, then it is finalized in their passing and what their absence from the world creates. It makes us see things we never saw until they were gone.
It's a cruel process, heartless and loving at the same time.
One more day, I miss you pal.
Perfectly said, Bucky. Unfortunately, there are a number of people I've known who have had this effect for me. But I think I've never heard it described as well and to the heart as you have here. Thank you.
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