Dreams Underfoot: UnquietDreams' Dark Whimsy

I lost a friend this week. Not incredible unexpected, as he was in his mid-80s, but was strong and tough, even at his age. Dependable. Solid. Present, just…completely and utterly present. I often thought that Death would have to come for him when he was sleeping, because there was no way he could take him awake, but honestly, knowing his heart, if Death showed up and asked for a cup of coffee, Ron would have happily made Him one, then they would have walked off together, probably with Ron explaining to Death the best way to repair His riding mower.

I miss him, but I bet Death's yard is as neat as it has ever been.

(Crossed from the Music Challenge)
 
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