Jukie was only 58 years old when he died. He seemed to have known that he wasn’t meant to be here for very long. Therefore, he took everything as it came, never worrying too much about anything, and crammed a whole lot of living into his years.
They both have the kind of smiles that spread wide across their face and make their eyes dance like the first fireflies of summer. Their hugs are where, in times of emergency, I want to shelter in place.