You are now a legend. Half real half made up. We see you in our minds, in the stories we tell and the few pictures you allowed. We have you just as we wish and you are not here to defend yourself. Or correct us. We see a memory – which you always maintained can never be whole and is always suspect.
But I will remember your heart, your good intentions and your love. The rest of you are details which float in and out of focus. I miss you my “Wooly Mammoth.” Anyone can ask me to tell them that story and I will be happy to do so. It is a fine one!
Until then, just know a breeze came by named Michael Chaves and I dance in it’s wake every day.