One of my oldest and dearest friends just died. A truly beautiful person inside and out, who exponentially enhanced the world and the people he touched.
He wasn’t famous but his influence and impact was like that of a celebrity.
He was a beautiful mixture of sardonic and sweet.
I will miss him.
I hadn’t seen much of him in the last few years, but he was always in my heart and in my thoughts.
His peripatetic nature made him difficult to pin down but when you were in his presence you felt the sun on your face.
We Face Timed just three days ago and it was the most remarkable conversation, he was translucent and beautiful.
He had no hair and weighed as much as a feather, but the purity of his spirit and his unrestricted love was like an arrow exploding my heart into a million little pieces.
That call was for me, I knew it-That wasn’t for him-he was already resolved and cradled in God’s arms.
He has moved on, and we are left.
I have come to know loss in a very intimate way, it’s not something that I envisioned would be my life’s path but then again that’s true for most things I have presumed.
I have never been one to look back, even my hair tells the same story, it refuses to go back.
All the losses are forcing me to recalibrate and take the moments to feel and grieve and love.
The gift of real-time love that Richard gave me before he died allows me to feel, rather than long, it allows me to smile and weep rather than struggle. It allows me to celebrate his passing rather than resent it.
Thank-you.
With love and gratitude.