Parting from Billy

A book is not judged by the number of pages, but the quality of content. But a thick, multivolume book is more detailed, complex, and in its own way, fulfilling.

So i can't help being sorrowful. Darn you! You closed your book too early Billy. You left a wife, a son, a family, and a whole set of good friends mournful about your parting.

At first, when I heard of your passing, I was so mad i decided I won't talk to you forever. And you knowing this is me being silly (again), i decided to write you a blog that you won't/can't physically read, ever.

You would know the secret of death.

But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?

Remember my character sketch about you? That you are my fox, unique in all the world for I have made you a friend. And for four years of intermittent communications, we remained still as friends, separated by distance, but closer in spirit.

I've seen you had a good life, not all laughs, but not all tears either. Not all excitement, and not all boring. A life of valleys, and mountain peaks, of sinkholes, and cliffs. And then, the universe took you.

Maybe it really is too early, Billy. But i'm glad to know you now have your well deserved final rest.

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.

And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.

And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

I bet you sought and found the secret of parting, Billy. You parted from us with your eyes closed, but heart opened. Thank you for sharing your heart, graciously.