He leaves two strong wonderful men, his sons. I know them so I know.

I knew him too, held him tight a few months ago at the death of his beloved wife, my longtime friend.

Now he is gone. The music man, the gatherer of voices, the conductor, the shy man, quiet, gentle, loving, the nothing left of the something he once was. A tryst. A perfect melody. I hope he finds her out there somewhere. Actually, I know he will.