Only the good die young

I don't know about you, but over the last couple of hours, I've been searching for a place to anchor my hope. When times like this come, and they come for all of us, we look to a place to anchor for stability. We want to celebrate, remember and think, and think about the man that we love.

I want to encourage you to do three things in the coming days. To tell those stories, and everybody's got a Macgyver story sitting in here, and to laugh, and to remember the emotion that goes with those stories. To listen to each other as you tell those stories and to pray. And to pray. Pray alone and with each other. I think Macgyver would be happy that we would be laughing and telling stories with each other.

Where do we go from here? I mean each of us, we don't like thinking about this but what do we do with those who are here today? How do we anchor to something?

I would like to take this time to talk with you all about Macgyver's life.

Macgyver came into my life the same day he came into Pappy's life. Down in Connecticut, in a small town named Guilford. From that day on, none of the lives touched by Macgyver would ever be the same. Ever since the first time we all hung out with Macgyver, we worried that some day he would be gone, and although we all thought he would be with us longer than he was, we relished every single moment that we got to spend with him.

You know.. you never ever see it coming. It was just two short days ago that I was dutifully filling Macgyver with little chunks of broken ice. Never did I think that would be the last time that I would see him. Macgyver was always so good to us, whether it was the kindest of the kind, or the most insane-o gas station weed from Caniprokis. He was more than just some tool, he was a friend, a member of our closest circle of friends.

I think all of us who knew, and undoubtedly loved our dear friend Macgyver, feel like we've been widowed. Surely, some day, we must learn to love another, but it feels dirty to even think of consuming the smoke which Macgyver had so dutifully supplied to our lungs out of any other piece of equipment. Any other piece of equipment, would be nothing more than just that -- equipment. Macgyver was our friend. He will be missed.

I, For one, will be observing a day of posting silence on 4/20/2001 in rememberance of our dear departed friend.

Rest in peace, little buddy.