This morning, as with lots of moments this past month, I'm missing Buzzy. I think often of a quote from Natalya Reshetovskaya's obituary (first wife of Novel laureate Alexander SoIzhenbitsyn, author of "One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich"):
"It's possible that it may seem strange... to someone, but, alas, I love him right up to this moment. And the thought never leaves me -- will I really never see him again?"
and also of Pablo Neruda's lines:
love is so short, forgetting is so long
I'm sure this is going to feel better as time goes on. I just hope he is at peace and smiling down on us all from somewhere in the beyond.