I found out an old friend died. At one time we were like brothers. His birthday was the day after mine. We said we shared a moon.

He was the weirdest, an alien creature, something truly unique. He opened up creative new worlds for me. He waas so loving and beautiful.

I realize I am in grief. Something I have had to become more accustomed to over the years. My initial resp(nse is denial, then I get angry, Now it just hurts.

It is so easy to let the golden ones slip from your life. Things change, you move on, so do they.

Life is short. Treasure those who you have a connection with. Once they are gone, everuthing else, your concerns, the troubles all seems so trivial.

We spend out time doing so many meabingless things. But right up to the end my friend did what he loved with no regrets.