A dear friend left this planet. I try to talk about him but then I talk to him and he talk me back and then I forget what I wanted to write.
We had good times and bad times but we could talk and dissolve the black clouds. An open sharing, what else one needs.
I’m sad and I cry and then he comes and talks to me and makes me laugh. I try to think if every was said between us. Nothing important is missing, I shared them with him. For the only thing I’m not very sure is if I said him enough times that I love him.
Have a wonderful journey to your new home penguin.