thoughtfulOnce, he said to me that people didn't need to show up at his funeral; after all, he wouldn't be there.
He planned to be fishing.
Last weekend, while enjoying dinner with the other ten attendees at Walking With Fire, I remembered this.
It shot to the forefront of my consciousness, clearing everhthing else.
I sat quietly for a while. Dinner had just started, and I focused on this thought for the duration.
Why this thought, why now?
I think it was a call from him, a reminding that I am more like him that I realized.
Where will I be during my funeral? Well, I assure you that if there are people crying, I won't be there.
I'll be fishing. I know exactly where I can find a partner.
