Simon Lono - husband, father, grandfather, advocate, orator, writer, mentor, friend - died Friday, May 24, 2019.
He was 56.
When our friends are alive, we do not spend time
thinking about the past. We do not think
about how we met them, about all the things we did with them, or why it is that
we like them.
When they are alive, we do not need to remember
because they are there, every day.
We only feel a need to remember, once they are not
there any more.
Simon Lono’s family and friends spent Saturday as they
are likely to spend a lot of days from now on.
They thought about him, remembered when they first met him, all the
things they had done together, why they loved him.
Simon is dead.
And so, we remember.
We recall.
Frantically.
As if the memories will make the hard truth go away.
As if the memories will replace all of the things that
could have been or would have been.
But that will never be.
Because there is a hard truth.
Simon is dead.
Killed by a rare disease.
In itself, entirely fitting.