There is nothing quite so profound and permanent as death to make one comprehend the vast impermanence of life. Yesterday I attended the memorial dedication of our departed friend, Paul. This was so vibrant and vital a man that his loss has reverberated markedly in the lives of those who knew him and loved him. His handsome, vivacious face can be seen in the background of every photograph capturing the major events in my life for the last twenty years. Paul never shied away from a party. One of my most avid cheerleaders, he attended every celebration or reading I ever held for Sylvia.
How perfect then that his memorial bench resides in the Buddha Garden at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery, a mere stroll from Silky’s marker. I imagine them sipping champagne together in the afterlife, sharing gossip and giggling like teenagers.
We have all experienced loss. I think the key is to keep alive the spirit and essence of those gone by recounting delicious memories. We must acknowledge how they have shaped our characters and the influence they still have on us, even when they no longer walk this planet beside us.