"I didn’t know I was this geeky until I discovered the online world through my office’s 2400 baud modem back in ’93." He now the living
Me sad, says he.
Delayed shock, the loss of someone who should still be a friend, the confrontation with mortality. I know how he feels.
All I have is words and the words are not my own.
Write his name on paper. Put it in the ground or a pot. Plant a vegetable or tree. When you see or eat the plant, he will be beside, or inside you.
This I offer. Send and receive. Sealed with a X.
I can see him now, in Eden, with a shovel and an apple tree. Digging a hole. In the rain. Cap on, trousers hanging off the bony hips. Wellies. Puts a smile on my face. And I can’t lose that.
A very wise, famous man once wrote to me: I am he and he is she and we are all together. We’re all in this together. Long distance be damned.
