Last week, on this day, I learned that a very dear friend had died. Unexpectedly.
I haven't been able to organize my thoughts about his loss. They are still scattered and obscured by disbelief.
But I feel so fortunate to have known him. So fortunate that he called me a friend. And so incredibly confused that every time I think of him -- not of his loss but of him -- I smile.
His wit. His complexity. His joy. His optimism. Even his sarcasm that was devoid of snark. All these and more are gifts he generously bestowed on friends. He made me understand how it's possible for someone to give you so much that it lifts you up instead of weighs you down.
And how leaving all of that behind is just unthinkable.
There is no "moving on" from a person like him.
No. Robert is someone you take along as you go forward.