The Day After
So he is gone. That reality sinks in, but what is changed? For some he was gone in 1984; for some it was 1991. When someone wants to be gone, he goes.
But now he is not coming back. Then again, he was never coming back. He was moving on, always moving on. And so should we.
But you know what? I will always remember the quirky man who just wanted to find solutions to make the world a better place. He thought of it, in part, as a technical problem. He bent his genius to it.
He could be raucous, learned, creative — sometimes all three at the same time. He lost it all, a bit at a time. And now he is gone.
But now he is not coming back. Then again, he was never coming back. He was moving on, always moving on. And so should we.
But you know what? I will always remember the quirky man who just wanted to find solutions to make the world a better place. He thought of it, in part, as a technical problem. He bent his genius to it.
He could be raucous, learned, creative — sometimes all three at the same time. He lost it all, a bit at a time. And now he is gone.
Labels: Remembrance
etched with acid at 7:24:00 am
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“Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, 'A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!'”
-- Robert Browning
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