About my friend

My friend died. I like to think he had a good life. He used to tell such eccentric stories, so full of strange characters and unexpected plot twists, all about the things and places he had seen and people he had met throughout his life. As I sat across him listening to his history unfold, I happily thought, “This is a man who has lived.”

I am lucky to have had him as a mentor and friend. He had faith in me, and for that I am grateful. I wish him well, wherever he goes next, and I hope he enjoys the trip. 

Bon voyage, Mark. Rest in peace.