this is the saddest story of my life
because i never got there .. to hold his hand as he passed away .. i was stuck on the longest plane-ride in history .. next to someone talking about eyes of potatoes .. that ride, that had never measured in my imagination ..
and i, having read "the tibetan history of the living and the dead" was so worried that he would spin out as an astral being and reincarnate into 'whatever' .. but he shined to me, more than once .. to tell me he was fine .. and real or not (for there are some who say my mind was comforting me) .. that was nice to see: his beautiful, beautiful soul .. was pure love
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