My best friend Ted Zelio finished his battle with cancer on Sunday.
I can't seem to think a thought.
Looking back, he was my ad hoc muse, my shrink and my coach. But duringour 44-years together, he was my friend. He was the friend who knows you and likes you anyway, who tells you what you need to hear, who can dig back in your history to tell you when you had a similar harebrained idea and recite the details of how it turned out, even though you had worked hard to forget it.
I needed that. Still do.
I feel kind of lost now, even though his voice echoes in my heart.
I will carry on, because that's what people do. I just can't seem to start. Give me a couple of weeks and we can discuss great sculpture stuff and all that is beautiful in the world. Right now, though, thanks for giving me some room and an encouraging word. And thank you for being my friend.