Had a nice service for “my friend Rick”:http://juniorbird.com/archive/003594.html earlier today. Driving home, I came out of the strip mall flats of Inglewood and through the tangle of I-405 on-ramps and suddenly the sky was bright and a bank of cotton candy-fluffy white clouds sat just to my west, halfway to the ocean.
It was nice to see family and friends at the funeral. His youngest daughters are doing well, thank goodness — taken in by his eldest daughter, they’re in a loving and positive home. And everyone’s lives there seemed to be moving forward, with new jobs and new homes and growth all around. As with anyone, as Rick’s life took a turn for the worse, all of us around him felt some pain; but it was good to see everyone remember not that part of Rick, but the caring friend with a good heart. In the moment of his passing he was possessed by darkness, and I was sad and angry that side had won; but, in the service today, I saw that it was the good that triumphed. Whether or not having that triumph in the hearts of others is worth it I’ll leave as an exercise for someone more inclined towards philosophy.