My memory says we first met on a warm summer day when I was about four years old. We were trying to scorch ants with a magnifying glass and he kept getting in the way.
Over the years his presence in my life means more and more to me. His greatest gift — always being the first one to show up after I go through a time of darkness.
When we’re hanging out, he seems content to let me carry the conversation. And if I get lost in thought, he patiently, silently walks stride by stride in my journey.
As opportunities arise , he humbly shifts positions and allows me to receive the spotlight. He’s also got a knack of reminding me who I am, without getting distracted by fine details.
He coaches me to stand tall and embrace each new day, as I take my first morning steps away from sunrise. And in late evening, he is quick to disappear, knowing the value of a good night’s rest.
Did I mention I ran into him today? After a couple weeks apart, when I saw him in front of me, he quickly returned my wave.
He’s a good dude.
I’m pretty sure, in my final days, as I slowly walk into the warm sunset… he’ll be right behind me… my old friend.
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P.S. This morning, after two weeks of smoke-filled skies, I stood still… eyes closed… facing the sun… feeling warmth… deeply breathing in clean air. I felt renewed.
For those facing ongoing adversity much greater than mine, know your sun will shine again. Believe in better!
Well done sir!
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On this sad day, thank you, my friend, for this light….
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Glad it found you, Rog. Hope your “shadow” is super crisp today.
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