“Friendship needs no words - it is solitude delivered from the anguish of loneliness.”- Dag Hammarskjold, Swedish diplomat

This eulogy is about you. Yet, it is not.

I have to admit that writing about how you were when you were alive is a veritable idea. However, I fear that I may over-emphasize facets of your character that the individual experience of the people you have touched in your life and in your sudden death may turn false, fragmented or perhaps trivial.There are many people you loved and cared about, and just because you never showed your true heart does not mean you loved or cared about them less. Just because you spent less time with one and more with the other does not mean you loved the first one more than the other. As you have lived it, love is love, no matter how brief or long the time you spent in expressing it. Some of the people you love/have loved stayed longer than the others but memories of those loves will remain forever, no matter how brief those moments were. I know it is possible because I know of another person who is the same—and you know that person, too.

These are words brought by necessity, but in your memory, I will only say what’s necessary to commemorate this grief. I do not wish to cause trouble nor stir regret in your presence in one's life and thus the absence in another. As you may probably know now more than ever, you are loved and that people who love you will love you no matter how much or how little they know about you. Whether they tell you in a whisper, in a note or in the tears of remembrance of times spent together, known or unknown to others.

In your own fashion of solitude, I honor you. Except perhaps when your mom asks.