It had been 11 years since he died. 11 years. Where did it go. He was 10 years younger than I am now when he died. The cancer was swift and to the point.
I stood before his gravesite today chatting with him as if it was 12 years ago. He was always the irreverent one. He was the one to question the rules, authority, rituals and the lines formed to get into anything anywhere. He took the edge off the stuffy and the pompous.
Definitely missed in these days of everything having to be so correct all the time. Is it a bygone day or just a bygone individual.
I left a flower on the grave, touched the top of the stone, discussed the latest events and headed out.
Remember the ones that mattered. He was an original and one of a kind. Glad he entered my life. Glad to know he still can.
Ageless indeed.