My good friend.
We weren’t finished you know.
There was so much more for us to do.
So much more.
I will miss you my friend.
Each time I witness the sun burning
through the eastern horizon at dawn,
I will see it as though you had painted it,
and I will miss you.
Every time I see the crazy mad colors
of a swath of wildflowers,
I will see them through your eyes,
the eyes of a true artist,
and I will miss you once again.
Each time I see anything and everything of this,
our God’s one most magnificent and holy world,
I will see it all anew because
this is how you would have seen it
and I will miss you again.
I will surely miss you my dear friend
