We hadn’t talked in awhile. Now I learn that you have died and somehow I missed your passing, dear friend.
I remember you tooling around campus on your scooter. Your wise words in class. Our friendship growing out of our common Mississippi sojourn.
You sold me the scooter and I brought it with me when I first came to DC. Everytime I drove it I thought of you. Your helmet kept me safe.
You lasted a lot longer than the scooter did. But then that is to be expected.
I see you now,
zipping along the streets of gold,
that amazing smile of joy on your face,
heading out to engage Jesus in another deep conversation.