Somehow we carry on. Even as humanity has struggled to accept and understand the passing on of its brethren, the constant momentum of time is a balm on the wound of loss. Each day it is a little easier to cope with Cole’s passing even though contemplating it for any period of time brings back the grief. I hope his family is doing ok. As for me, I’m just trying to meditate on letting him go and being at peace with it. It’s important to let him go so he can move on. His passing really doesn’t seem so different than the way he lived his life. Like someone mentioned in the comments, just another wild adventure he’s on. Off by himself on the biggest adventure of all. He’s probably grooving away in that great jazz club in the sky.
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March 20th, 2009 at 3:53 pm
The suprise of Cole’s son coming to the service here in New Mexico has been up lifting. I have been hearing Cole’s voice in my head for days now. I thought I would never hear it again. Yesterday when I met Nathan at the airport. I heard that voice. I felt peace. Cole’s greatest accomplishment. He reproduced himself. We are not left without him. Cole is so alive in the amazing young man. Thank you God.
March 20th, 2009 at 9:42 pm
As Nathans being here has helped us cope with the loss of Cole, the friends & family Cole has in Taos has helped me more than I thought possible. I shouldn’t be surprised though, because Cole had told me many times how this was his home & now I understand exactly what he was telling me. I have learned so much more about my little brother & his life in Taos thanks to Dennis & Andy. I do see the pain in their eyes, but they are putting it aside to make sure we, Coles sisters and Nate, get a chance to see and do all of the things Cole loved so much. Thank you Andy & Dennis, you may have lost your friend & brother, but you have gained his son & sisters.
March 24th, 2009 at 8:29 pm
I want to thank Dennis and everyone else who helped put together the memorial gathering for Cole. It was heartbreaking to be there but I felt privileged to meet Coles sisters and son and to hear the incredible stories from his life. After the initial shock of the news began to wear off last week, my first thought was that I’d never be able to face Taos again. I was afraid that everything there would remind me of Cole. Driving back into town for the memorial I realized how stupid I was. I’ll come back as much as possible precisely because everything there will remind me of Cole. Sometimes I need one of those 2 by 4’s sideways to my head to come to my senses.
Thanks to everyone involved for a warm, loving and peaceful celebration of a wonderful man’s life.
Billy