Loss is tough, especially when it hits you hard and fast; with no chance to steel yourself against the pain that will surely rock you to your core.
Our dear friend and neighbor died unexpectedly early Thursday morning; in his sleep, for which we’re profoundly grateful, especially for the sake of his loving family and his wife.
But that one consolation has done little to ease our profound sadness and sense of loss. We’ve been blind-sighted. Shocked and rocked and heartbroken. It’s like somebody yanked the rug out from under us and sent us tumbling headlong down some crazy rabbit hole, and now we’re stumbling in the darkness of some cruel, parallel universe where the person we loved is everywhere, without existing anymore.
His absence on our little street is palpable. He was the keystone of our neighborhood. His death has sent us reeling.
Wish you were here, Ed. We’re really going to miss you.