One of the things I was really looking forward to; now that the house is finished, the trip’s over and the knees have been done; was to have Joe over for a jam.
That won’t happen now.
I met Joe, like many of us did: virtually; then: In Real Life.
Coffee and Lunaticks and bright idea bubbles clinging to a web at dawn we’re drawn, to whom we respect, and who we
Know
Care about us, and them; and those.
Joe was one of these people.
It may be Twitter
It may be twee to some
But for one reason and another,
There’s a big mob of tweeps in Newy this week reflecting on what we knew of Joe
And how we knew
Gossamer webs, connecting those bits of us that assist the creation of synergies of humanity:
not the wedging of it apart.
Vale Joe Grgas
Achingly sad.
Yes.
Thanks Roger.
For finding the words lots of us are struggling with.
What a lovely tribute. Thank you.
Beautiful words. Life is ephemeral.It’s the connections we make, however brief and however tenuous, which enrich our lived experience. Thank you.
Thanks Roger
Joe was thriving on the connections he had made and the possibilities those connections held.