a few days ago a man died who was a mentor to one of my sons
the night he died he came to me to deliver a message
he whispered to me that his passing from life to not-life felt natural
natural like waking in the morning
natural like watching the clouds go by
natural like humming a beloved song
natural like fearing the prick of the needle administering the life-saving formula
he’s with me now as I write
he says that his life was full and he loved his wife
he says his life was difficult because he was unsure of his direction
he says he hid his struggle with busyness
he says he learned more from the people who questioned their paths because they helped him understand his faith
he says that family is everything
he will only stay with me to help me finish his messages and then he will move on to support the people he left behind
he reminds me to make time for friends (something he would have changed had he understood his mortality)
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