Between this video and some old voicemails that I had converted to audio files a couple of years ago, I feel a little more comforted. I can talk about him sometimes without choking up. I can grin sometimes when sorting through the memories.
“Empty-handed I entered the world
Barefoot I leave it.
My coming, my going-
Two simple happenings
That got entangled.”
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