I wish I could talk to you, hear your voice, your laugh, your reply but our conversations will now be one sided..sometimes I believe I will get a message or maybe I will just imagine your response. I know you well enough for that and am so grateful for the time we had together and for being numbered among your closest friends – chums as you called us.
Today we held a public thanksgiving for your life – a memorial. Your smiling face from a huge screen in front of us and in front of you a table where we each placed a flower. I can’t even estimate how many were there but the room was full and many more standing at the back.
My son came, Ali.
Thank you. Last night I prayed that you could begin the process of bringing us back together. And he came. He bought you a flower and sat with me. We didn’t talk much but it was such a good day.
Let my enduring gift to you be all the times we spent meditating and talking of death calmly – the peace of a Buddhist approach. And yours to me the time spent today in ease with my son. I dream of reuniting but I’ll take the baby steps..
I will miss you so much dearest friend and sometimes I wonder how we chums will bear it, but with the private farewell and now public ceremony done I need to try to put away the tears.