So today would have been my friend's 44th birthday, which is why I was reminded of "All Soul's Night" yesterday (all roads lead to the Viennese medicine man).


And I call up MacGregor from the grave,
For in my first hard springtime we were friends.
....friendship never ends;
And what if mind seem changed,
And it seem changed with the mind,
....thoughts rise up unbid
On generous things that he did....

Generous being a good word to describe my friend. Understanding and perceptive, too. There's some tag about losing a person being like losing a world, which makes sense: a particular view of the world I'll never have again. To remember, I remember, with sorrow and love.