A man who I met recently died this week-his name was Bob & I can't seem to stop crying. He was 77 and his energy felt as young as mine. After work I went out to a remote part of Maui to be alone and think of Bob. I wrote his name in white coral on the black rocks-an impermanent marker...a reminder that we are all just visiting.
I decided that instead of being sad I'd be extremely grateful I met him and his wife (who he loved a adored) Hannah. It also seems important to mention that he died whilst windsurfing.....fucking brilliant.