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[Error: unknown template qotd] My mentor's sudden death. One moment he was there, arms wide open to accept me and shoulders strong to hold my weary head during the dark times, words of comfort and encouragement quick to his tongue and that bright, blazing light of intelligence and humor in his eyes - the next, he was gone.
In a few weeks it will be the one year anniversary of his death, but he's still sitting there, I know, at our favorite coffee bar, writing in his notepad with a double espresso at his elbow, waiting for me to show up. He was the busiest man that I had ever known, but always had time for me, for all of us. And I cancelled what would have been our last chance to meet because I was tired.
The grief and guilt hit hard sometimes, and other times harder. He's never far from my thoughts, and, I hope, I've put most of my tears down on paper in honor of his memory. I hope he's watching. I hope he's not disappointed.
In a few weeks it will be the one year anniversary of his death, but he's still sitting there, I know, at our favorite coffee bar, writing in his notepad with a double espresso at his elbow, waiting for me to show up. He was the busiest man that I had ever known, but always had time for me, for all of us. And I cancelled what would have been our last chance to meet because I was tired.
The grief and guilt hit hard sometimes, and other times harder. He's never far from my thoughts, and, I hope, I've put most of my tears down on paper in honor of his memory. I hope he's watching. I hope he's not disappointed.
