My friend Noah passed away yesterday after a long battle with brain cancer.
He was 26 years old.
He fought the battle with the comedic finesse and delightul demeanor that made him the magical human being that he was.
I hadn't seen Noah in a long, long time, but I know that if we'd run into each other, he would have hugged me as warmly and goofed on me as completely as he always did.
He was a pleasure and a delight...and the world is a far less colorful place without his face around.
His sweet energy is in the air.
Take a deep breath.
xox
1 comment:
I'm sorry to hear this Becky. Thank you for honoring his life in writing.
lovemaura
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