Old friend, since it seems the time for your end will soon be upon us, I must thank you for all you have given us and ask of you this: when you are gone, what would you like us to do in your name?
Go home.
Hug your loved ones.
They are here.
You are here.
The world is here.
So much is here.
And so much isn't.
I would like you to do something that lets you feel that it is worth living in this world. (But that's just a request, after all, nothing you have to follow. I hope you don't interpret my words as prescriptive.)
















