We raised a glass to Mark last night. Ate barbecue. Talked about nonsense, talked about the world and music and art. Laughed a lot. Sat around the fire. Spirits were consumed. Poker was played.
Life here is finite. Mark came to understand that before he slipped away on March 22nd. Life is finite. Love never ends.
To my groom, my love, my best friend, and my champion – salute.