This has taken me a long time to write. I don't know why; conventional wisdom probably says that I'm afraid of making it "real." I think that perhaps it's already too real, and I've just been searching for what I want to say.On April 17, my best friend Mark passed away from injuries sustained in a car accident. Over the past year, this page had been joint undertaking, one we both enjoyed enormously.
I can give you the words: Mark was warm, funny, and talented. Passionate and compassionate. I can tell you that he saved my life and inspired me. I can cry with his friends, who are, in their amazing diversity, a testament to him.
What I cannot do is explain why he is gone.
It turns out that I don't have to search for what to say, because I don't really need to say much. Mark always said that people make things too complicated. So I'll just tell you what he taught me: love and laugh. In the hard times that much will be enough to hold onto. In the bright times it will fill you to overflowing.
Peace,
Janine (Ins)