I still look back fondly, often, at the few days we all spent together. The Pow wow, the parade, both monuments, even shopping. None of us wanted to part company at the end that final day when you escorted us out of the far end of your state. We all intimately bonded hard during those heady days and parting was such sweet sorrow. You and your family were a major highlight of that trip, but we all made sure we were going to do it again and meet up as a group of friends and loved ones (adored) eventually, sooner, rather than later, hopefully.
I especially enjoyed shooting the shit with you all night, just you and a very intoxicated me. I REALLY came to admire, respect, and truly consider you a friend after that night. It was beautiful, and I think back and treasure it often, and will never forget it.
Sadly, because of a variety of circumstances, those days were never to repeat. However, I think all of us could agree that those days were magical, and I am so glad all of us got to spend that time together. It is a highlight of my life, those few precious days.
Thank you for contacting me a couple days ago. It would have killed me to not have had a last chance to talk to you, and my soul was filled with warmth hearing from you those few precious days ago. It makes it easier to have recently given you affection, and received it from you in return, my friend, even if we didn’t get our official goodbyes in. Raincheck my brother, raincheck.
You will be missed, my friend, by far more than myself. Thank you for the honor and privilege to have known you. Say hi to Jimi and Jerry for me.