A good man died yesterday. I may write more about this another time, when the wound isn’t still fresh, isn’t still deep. In fact, I’m sure I will. It’s important to acknowledge the passing of a good man. To raise one’s voice to the universe and give thanks for the time one had with him.
The best portion of a good man’s life; his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.
– William Wordsworth