that it was okay to go.
and that i loved him so much
and would take care of my mother
that he didnt hafto worry about
it anymore.
and then he died.
and if he could see us all i'm sure he was amused.
it was like a tableau of love and loss.
his funeral is tomorrow. or at least his visitation.
he knew so many people. im trying to prepare myself
for the barrage of people telling me stories
about how great a person he was and how he
was just so goddamn funny and a great golfer
and great friend. he was really someone to look up to.
this is not going to be easy.
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