Too much.
Hearts linked in communion
Holding those shrouded in agony
Unconscionable pain
Suffering beyond imagining
Colin, my god, Colin. I'm not ready to say goodbye. Checkers at Mara; smokes and budweiser, loading up your truck with firewood, watching your wakeboard skills. Powerful man's man, softer side too.
The unstoppable...stopped.
Gods, the pain that your wife and boys are going through. J;H.
Tears are welled up but not ready to come yet.
My prayer for you, brother, is peace.
My prayer for your family - just getting through it now. First days, weeks, months. And healing.
We'll never forget you brother.
Peace.
Namaste
Mez
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