I really hate it when dead guys that shouldn't be dead guys are dead guys. We have one of those and it has sucked for 7 years. It shows no real sign of ever not sucking, either. The initial grief diminishes, there is residual sadness plus a simmering level of "beyond annoyed" that never goes away. I'm like, "thanks loads for permanently hosing everyone's psychology, bozo" whenever I think about it.
I remember him as well. he crosses my mind when I am at the farm and run into a place where I spoke with him. But I was not close enough to him to ever see clouds, when he crosses my mind I remember only the sunshine...
Borrowing your metaphor, I saw overcast skies striped with glorious shafts of light. I thank him often for an insight he gave me, because it remains a damn good one and helped lead me here. Still miss him and occasionally wanna smack him upside the head: "You should be here. You're missing some great shit, you know."
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Hugs.
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