My inner child, that part of me that never seems to age past eighteen years of age, faced a curious moment of maturity. I spend the early evening with my studio-mate, discussing further the decision to let go of the studio space at the end of the current lease, which would be July of 2011…
It was such a grown-up space, discussing plans on the assumption that he would not survive through the end of next year. There are numerous possibilities for him to do so, but also a fair amount of odds stacked up against the likelihood.
His health, and the loss of this space, was the itch that led to the thoughts of moving. I would certainly cut loose from a mighty anchor without M in my life. This is one of those moments, when I realize that I have not been voicing the gratitude of someone’s impact in my life. I am fortunate that I have the opportunity to still do so, and I have begun the thanksgiving.
I think it is the first time that I witnessed a peer coming to terms with his mortality.
It was a powerful moment.
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