Totally trite, but here it is: You never know what you have until it’s gone.
We were lucky, we had exquisite interludes of total lucidity. We knew that the friendship was special. Two people came into our lives and we adored them, still do, but one has left. He loved our girls with an authenticity and trueness of heart that was rare in today’s world. The girls loved him back and his absence, from the anticipation to the reality, has created an ache. Witnessing our girls and their confusion a we explain that he won’t be back tonight is heartbreaking. Luckily, our girls have Sean’s memory and already they remember him. The guy and Kee! Kee! is spoken of often. These pictures are pawed with delight.
I am having trouble shaking this image and the sound of Briar’s voice asking where he was going and if we could cheer him up again.
He wrote yesterday and this is what he said:
Landed in Denver and already ensconced in Boulderado beginning my new life in paradise. Right after a nap.
It brought back the laughter, the twang and the reassurance of a friend for all times. Today I’m smiling thinking about a friend finding paradise after a nap.
We, too, had some wonderful friends move very far away. The funny thing is, it's hitting me harder than PunditGirl. It's amazing what feelings our friendships provoke.
"A friend for all times".
What a beautiful concept.
Those are the best friends, you know; when distance is not a barrier to how you feel about him.
Beautiful post. Wish I were there to give you a hug and hold your hand.
Two mentions in the Wink finally forge my need to comment in forum.
"A friend for all times" is more than a concept (though I know you didn't mean to diminish the phrase.) It is easily achievable for resonant souls. My time together in the Dacks with this fine family was short but exquisite and can happen anywhere.
Keep the home fires burning; I will return.
Ugh. He will be missed. I hate transitions.