Into the light

It is always surreal to learn of a friend's passing, but that takes on a whole new dimension when the news comes via a blog and the friend in question is someone I've never met in person (and never will, now).

Whenever I encounter the death of someone I know, I always end up thinking, "I really don't know what to say." And I really don't here. I just sort of sit and think about the life that emanated through his words and the quiet encouragement he gave to others who were setting out on various journeys of their own. I think about Snoopy. I'll miss Snoopy.

In the last email we exchanged, he wrote:

I reckon I will make hay while the sun shines at least for this summer. God knows work will be hard enough to come by in winter, and there should be plenty of time to sit around the heater or in a heater car and drink hot chocolate and watch DVDs or the sunsets over the ocean.

Wherever you are, Knight of Pentacles, I hope you're having that hot chocolate and enjoying those endless sunsets.

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