Memories

A great man has passed. Only memories remain. Such is the way of things, but that doesn’t make it right. I have the fondest of memories. I shall cherish them always. I grew up running around his home on weekends. Spent weeks camping with his family and their children, and their children. Many mornings, as the sun was rising the two of us would sit around the embers of what was the bonfire from the night before and talk. A loss of a man like him is indeed a loss to the world. He meant more to me than many in my own family. I will miss him greatly...