And what does grief feel like? Two of my dearest friends died two days ago. Their funerals are at the same time tomorrow, separated by two hundred miles.
Both had been friends over three decades. One over four. Grief is remembering the laughter. Both were jewells at seeing hypocrisy.
I will miss the banter, the meals we shared, the laughter, the flow of ideas we shared, the joy at just seeing their faces. Meeting at places far from home. A chilled fork. A new heresy.
Yes, the real griefs are the joys we will miss, the sly smiles, and those times when hurt or afraid they listened without a word, and cared.
Hubert and Louie I will miss you. Thanks so much for what you added to my life.