A Quiet Goodbye

We gather not just to mourn,
but to remember.
To hold space for a life —
imperfect, but real.
Worn by time,
shaped by love,
and marked by the dreams once held close.

They say a man is not old
until his regrets take the place of dreams.
And if that’s true —
then he stayed young, in his own way.
Still chasing hopes,
still holding pieces of light,
even in the dark.

He wasn’t perfect.
None of us are.
But he was here.
And he mattered.

So today, we don’t say goodbye.
We say thank you.
For the time.
For the lessons.
For the echoes that remain.

Rest easy now.
We’ll carry the dreams from here.