My good freind..

[grimreeker]

This is about my good freind Bob Gipson. Great guy to work with. He had a very dry sense of humer. When he made a funny, bubba it was funny...I worked and lived with Bob for almost a year now. Me him and a few others came back to the states over some bug bites are nothing fixen to go back to Iraq. (Been back state side to long, gotta go or Uncle

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[cookie_chef]

What a nice tribute. I'm so sorry for your loss. I'll keep his family in my thoughts and prayers.

[cuivenar]

On a day of burial there is no perspective -- for space itself is annihilated. Your dead friend is still a fragmentary being. The day you bury him is a day of chores and crowds, of hands false or true to be shaken, of the immediate cares of mourning. The dead friend will not really die until tomorrow, when silence is round you again. Then he will show himself complete, as he was -- to tear himself away, as he was, from the substantial you. Only then will you cry out because of him who is leaving and whom you cannot detain.

Nothing can be more missed than a good friend. Peace.