When we left the crematorium, it started to pour and I wondered if the heavens were grieving as I was.
I played our song on the ride back home.
Azur told me things that greatly comforted me in my grief. A lifetime of saying the wrong(ish) things boiled down to one moment where he understood exactly the right(ish) things to say. He maintains his 10% hit rate on jokes and right(ish) things to say.
He’s grateful you stuck around to say goodbye. You found a way to let him know he was loved too. And I cannot imagine your generosity, even in your own pain.
Love you, Bonda.
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