Sometimes I wish I was dreaming
This morning I found out a friend of mine died. He was my parent's age, the father of one of my friends, but I loved him. He was always jovial and sweet and I just saw him last week. He gave me a huge hug and said he was happy to see me. He was the handyman at Ananda Kanan, the retreat center in Missouri.
I don't have a specific story about him, I only saw him two weeks out of the year, but he was always helpful, ready to pitch in.
I've having trouble articulating my thoughts because I'm still in shock but I don't know, I just wanted to pay homage to him, to Dharmaputra. I'm saddened by his loss and also by Hope's loss. Her father is gone. Since I believe in reincarnation I'm sure I will meet him again but I'm still grieving for him in this life in this body.
I really loved him. I really cared for him. My heart aches.
I don't have a specific story about him, I only saw him two weeks out of the year, but he was always helpful, ready to pitch in.
I've having trouble articulating my thoughts because I'm still in shock but I don't know, I just wanted to pay homage to him, to Dharmaputra. I'm saddened by his loss and also by Hope's loss. Her father is gone. Since I believe in reincarnation I'm sure I will meet him again but I'm still grieving for him in this life in this body.
I really loved him. I really cared for him. My heart aches.