50 years is a long time to know someone, but still not long enough. I was hoping for another 10 or 20. A piece of me is gone with Ed, to accompany him on that next journey, I hope.
We were probably seated together alphabetically in high school, both aliens, but I could hide behind the tall guy and be outside the spotlight of the sports star. Unlikely friends. Who else will know those times with me? And with that knowing, understand the scope of time itself?
Well, as he did say, we must go on.
All my best to Maribeth & Eddie. Grief is a work that must be done. I wish for you strength to carry on and to connect with the thread of joy within the grieving.