What I keep seeing is Wicke’s beautiful Aikido. He had such grace and beauty.
I didn’t really know him. I think the intimacy of the dojo makes me feel like I knew him better than I did. I admired him a great deal, that much is true. He was quiet and kind of self-contained, but there was a light in him. Anyone could see it. Feel it.
He made me feel welcome. He was open and gracious and kind. A good man.
I will miss him. If you knew him, you’d miss him too.
He made this world a richer place.
You think that you have abandoned hope, but then something happens, you realize you could only feel as bad as you do if you had secretly been hoping for something better.
Hope keeps asserting itself.
Despite instructions to the contrary.
I am in a bitter mood.