What has happened to you, my friend? The simplest thing in the world, a return to your component parts. What is extraordinary, a miracle, is that you defied this elemental eternity for a while, that you stood up and walked around, had thoughts and feelings, loved and hated, and were loved and hated. You did things, things that still feed back actively in the world, maybe forever. I don’t know. Beyond my pay grade.
Your death is ringing. I am a bell and you, in your state, are a clapper. I’m sitting shmira for the first time with you, my friend, and i will remember you for the rest of my life.
==May 2, 2015/ 13th of Iyyar, 5775, Daniels Chapel of the Roses, Santa Rosa, California