some words to the man who was only ever part of this blog in spirit, though we all wanted more:
now strangers are beautiful and pure, not threats. every moment has a different weight, like gravity itself has changed.
a handful of breaths knocked us all over, piled high. we're scrambling to pull ourselves and each other to steady, sure feet.
as jeff said, now we all shoulder a bit of your pain. and gladly. hang on tight.
