I can’t believe it's been a year since you left us. I’ll try to remember your best jokes. It had to be early afternoon. No sense calling after that— the hooch having tilted your typed thoughts to off-kilter— and not too early, when dead sleep still keelhauled your spent form with the curtains drawn. Those shrinking moments when sickness and suffering could not dim your wits, darken your bright lights or dull the perfect recall of Laurel and Hardy, Andy Capp and all the angels of laughter—you shined with Love, always Love, the prodigy at work, the prodigy you were and will always be. Cheerio.
Those who knew, knew. Brought tears to my eyes. Missing him too.
With Love,
Ramona
Beautiful, sad, the good, the bad ,the ugly, the complexities of genius.