Today was the day of the Memorial gathering. A day of gratitude.
His friends, teachers, bandmates, classmates, friend’s parents, family, all shared their love for him, more for who he was than for his achievements. The first thing that stood out for me was his ability to relate with everyone, be it his head-master or a stranger on the street, a young child or a grown up, a shy girl or a salesperson. That is the definition of spirituality – to be able to relate to everyone. He once said to me that he had a ‘confused spirituality’. How wrong he was! He practised it to perfection without knowing the theory of it.
The second, was his ability to have fun and make time for people. Some people who had only met him briefly remembered him for his generosity of spirit. It once again made me think about what is important.
Yet again, I felt so proud of him. More than words can say. So blessed to have had him with me for 20 whole years! How lucky am I? He holds such a special place in so many hearts that he will always be here.
Paulo Coelho writes:
” When everything has been told and retold countless times,
When the places I have visited, the things I have experienced,
The steps I have taken because of her (him) are all transformed into distant memories,
Nothing will remain but pure love. ”
That is what we celebrated today. Pure love!