It is not the remains of a man who lies before us today
He is alive in all of us
in a story
in a joke
in a feeling
He is not dead, not really
His impression is left on the earth, for all to see
His soul has touched us all
Sometimes often
and in experimental ways
This was not a man who believed in wrong or right
This was not a man who would consider himself good or bad
but he knew what he preferred
This man was selfishly generous
desiring smiles on the faces surrounding him
often making sacrifices to do so
This man made his share of mistakes
and made it a point to learn from them
This man would hate to be talked about
in past tense, as if he has nothing more to share
Today, we remember him by honoring that wish
save by the stories he left us to tell
Now, he is transformed,
passing on as people do
To those of you who knew him,
whether for years passed
or from a single kind gesture,
know that he loved you with all of his heart
and wishes you happiness in every aspect of your lives
"You can never escape me... Nothing harms me. But I know pain. I know pain. Sometimes I share it with someone like you..."
To answer any and all questions about my personal self or actions: because I can.
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