“What are you f*&$8 thinking?”
I can’t believe I knew you for so long. I meet you when you were at University and I was still at school. You’ve been a part of my life for all those years, a part of my family. You were my mentor in so many ways, encouraging me and telling me exactly what you thought in your own terms and ways. I loved you for it. I loved you for your honesty. For your shameless nature. I respected your opinion..
It was a shock today when I. heard of your passing. I felt terrible that I didn’t insist on our zoom call. I then realized that is not what you wanted. You wanted us to remember you the way you were. I don’t know how much pain you must’ve endured and at least you have your good friend and business partner by your side through this all. I can only remember you as the fun-loving person you were, always laughing and joking. And telling it the way it was without qualms or fear. It was a beautiful thing. Of course, you had your fears, many of them, and that is the way it was, as we all do.
Your generosity of time and spirit were endless. How many times did I just drop into dictum and you were always there to listen and tell me off with your what the f*&^k?
How many of my crazy ideas did you just roll your eyes over or shake your head after you told me exactly what you thought?
