The sun didn’t shine on this your last morn. But the sun has kissed your skin many times and you didn’t wake really, day grew around you as you gently gathered your loved ones and your last breaths, peacefully easing yourself free of pain and discomfort. I have a sense of your particles released, dispersed back into the world, finding your beloved places, nestling near those you love and perhaps those you did not to ever nudge them gently more toward your way. And the spring rains fell, the world crying then smiling and laughing, like the birds dancing in the rain. It was the perfect day for your passing. Death in the face of the bursting beauty of springs rejuvenation as we all imagine you off dancing toward your next adventure.
I lost a friend yesterday: Maestro, hermano, amigo, I will miss you but never forget your beautiful smile and presence that even when ravaged with illness burned brighter than many I know with full health. I will see you on the dance floor again Maestro, one day when my time here is done.
Perdí a un amigo ayer: Maestro, hermano, amigo, le echaré de menos, pero nunca olvidaré su sonrisa hermosa y presencia que aun cuando devastado con la enfermedad se quemó más brillante que muchos sé con la salud llena. Voy a hasta la vista en la pista de baile otra vez el Maestro, un día cuando mi tiempo aquí es hecho.