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He shouts when telling you what to do, like teaching me to draft his bicycle though I already know. But I cannot forget his laugh when I tell him to shup up! His burst of rounded puffs of air, joyful and sardonic, forgives me and bolsters my spinning feet on their way. He yells as we set up camp in the drizzle of a Vermont forest, fashioning a light from a bike lamp, while giving instructions on tent raising and starting a fire. He could annoy the hell out of everyone, yet we loved his unfailing optimism and the life in his excitement. No doubt he laughed even as his bicycle hit that cement wall and he sailed toward his end.
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4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 4:02 PM UTC
A Remembered Laugh
He shouts when telling you what to do, like teaching me to draft his bicycle though I already know. But I cannot forget his laugh when I tell him to shup up! His burst of rounded puffs of air, joyful and sardonic, forgives me and bolsters my spinning feet on their way. He yells as we set up camp in the drizzle of a Vermont forest, fashioning a light from a bike lamp, while giving instructions on tent raising and starting a fire. He could annoy the hell out of everyone, yet we loved his unfailing optimism and the life in his excitement. No doubt he laughed even as his bicycle hit that cement wall and he sailed toward his end.
He was my friend and sometime lover, the kind of person you think of so often, unlike most of the others who are gone, that you wonder what to make of your memories of him.
#departed#friend#laugh#untroubled#annoying#lover#missed
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Massachusetts, USA
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 4:02 PM UTC
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