…and the multitudes who have found themselves in worlds, whether home or abroad, distant from celebrations of thanks. A few words and a request:
Life’s a funny ole possum. It plays tricks on you, and laughs when you look back.
I know we all appreciate our gravities. Each of us contain too many to count; if we begin we find more than imagined. We stumble upon reminders, impossible to verbalize, of what matters amidst unending universes within our tiny little worlds. It’s easy to get wrapped in them, yet equally difficult to unravel.
His weight does not beg our appreciation, nor remembrance, simply a silent recognition, if only once. Admission. Attention. This man has moved beyond hero, in that he’s a friend, who loves to laugh.