A friend of ours died last week. He was 46. His death came like a stroke of lightning with no warning, no shelter in place, no refuge.
From the words of all the broken-hearted people at the funeral and after-gathering his life had been a perpetual reaching-out, with love, grace, and generosity, curiosity, passion and kindness.
46 seems way, way too young to leave this world. But judging from the tears and laughter, he left an impressive footprint in our earthly soil.
Godspeed, Denis.
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