Simon and Garfunkel sang, “I’d rather be a sparrow than a snail.”
The best ones cultivate love, they fly, soar.
Sometimes lessons are excruciating. What a marvelous human our world lost this year – last week. Piercing pain.
I will miss Eric for all time. A long time.
Decades ahead, he will be in my heart, words, there, here, always.
“I’d rather be a hammer than a nail.” “I’d rather be a forest than a street.” Simon & Garfunkel nearly get it…
But, I’d rather be with you. Together. All things go… God/the Universe/Time: thank you. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Out of sight, out of mind… Almost. Except:
Death is real, and I cry sometimes.
So influential, you are.
He becomes past tense and it is synonymous with sorrow.
The end, el fin.