Yoop and his wife were friends. I met Yoop online, and we made arrangements to get together at the Cannabis Cup. We became instant friends. We made a few more Cups together as well as a couple of Hippie Fests in between. Toss in a couple of restaurant meetings for good measure, not to mention making bubble hash together.
As Walt would say, TINS; He and Denise came to me in my dreams last night. Both were smiling like they always did, and they let me know they were both happy and that things would be fine. It was then that I realized that I wasn't feeling bad for them, 'cause their pain was over, but I was feeling bad for myself, 'cause my tiny circle of friends was getting even smaller.
Funny how the human mind goes into damage control when it desperately needs to. Now, if only I could fix my leaking eyeballs.