October 2, 2007
It catches me by surprise. Iím walking down the street when I think I see him. Itís a momentary illusion but it serves to remind me of his absence. Itís odd the way the mind plays games with the dead. Odd too is the thought that I could go to the four corners of the globe in search of him and never find him, for the simple reason that he no longer exists. Even his body has been reduced to ash and scattered to the wind. Only in the misty realms of memory am I able to visit him still.