There are a few people who read this blog on the regular. I lost one of my main readers, one who wasn't overly crazy about the casual way I write it sometimes, on Friday. My dear maternal grandfather passed away. After years of fighting the good fight against emphysema, his body betrayed him. And while I'm thankful he feels no more pain or anxiety about his physical condition, I'm holding onto a mixed bag of sadness, reflection, adoration and emptiness.
Miles Ashby Nelson had it. Lots of people in the world don't, but he did. A spark. A twinkle in his eye. Warmth and wit. The best kind of dinner guest. A natural born storyteller. A great laugh with a side of your mouth snicker at the end. He was the best.
That's him on the left.