Back at Mom's house

I spent the majority of the weekend out in the country with an old, old friend whose father passed away Friday morning. I have been unable to find any words of consolation which seem fitting in the slightest sense, and so have spent most of my time at their house uselessly nibbling, dusting, staring, and unusually silent. People have been flying in from all over the country for the past couple of days, and it has been so amazing to see how deeply so many people have been impacted by this wonderfully passionate man passing away. The world was truly a better place with him in it.