A sudden, premature passing leaves such a darkness behind: an at times overwhelming feeling that it just shouldn’t have happened, if only we could have avoided it somehow, so much was left unsaid, undone.
A significant part of the recovery from a huge loss is a long and patient re-learning how, beyond the immense sorrow, to focus back on the good times. To emancipate the memory of the person from the tragic final circumstances.
They say time heals it all; it doesn’t. 22 years later, it still doesn’t. But we are eventually able to recall -and honour- the joy as it once was.
You were such a kind soul, selfless and humble and wise. I am honoured to have been your son.