A bitter sense of loss clouds the day we've had. (Refocus on the hugs, the laughter, shared stories of past adventure.) So quietly the time flies to surprise us at its departure. But ka is a wheel and the wheel of ka turns. Hard to turn away to the next stage in life when I would trade it all for ping pong and bonfires, hot dogs and s'mores. If the future holds all hopes and fears, then in this insomniac night, tremble I do at the distance which threatens to separate us so.
Comfort lies in the lessons of humor and compassion and spirit and dedication taught in no classroom by these stalwart companions but trailing as comet's tails on actions and words and always, always pointing toward the son.
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