I don’t really want his stuff, I want him.
His stuff is cool, I’ll be honest, but things are just things.
As much as I know intellectually that he’s in a better place, this heart still yearns for his company. He’s a part of so many patterns in our lives that the sudden departure has overturned things.
Sometimes it all seems so unreal but then suddenly it’s a punch to the gut and the fact of the matter descends upon me without mercy.
Pain is life and life is pain. This is our portion to bear and push through. It won’t be long now, before we’re all gone. Just gotta be patient.
“This is what we’ve been preparing for.”