I went to a funeral today. I hate funerals... but that's not to the point. Neither is the fact that the deceased didn't drink - so it was a dry wake. In my judeo-anglo-celtic tradition, I have made up for that. OK.. down to business.

When people I know and/or loved die, I get a sense of whether the world is a richer or poorer place for it. If I decide the world has benefitted from their parting, I have the common decency not to attend the celebration of their passing, because I would be celebrating the wrong thing.

Today, I had a sense that the world was a much poorer place for Bill's passing. But that sensation was quickly followed by a quick kick to the back of my spiritual bottom...
The world, had Bill never existed would now be a much poorer place. His passing has barely dented the amount of good stuff he brought to the world. And he has passed it on to so many around the world, include Australia, Nepal and Vietnam.

I hope that I some of his wisdom will remain in my own soul. I hope that my legacy will be greater than me.