We lost a friend this weekend.

He was much too young,

much too funny,

much too charming

to suddenly be gone.

No one can quite believe it,

that cancer took him so fast,

that there was barely time

to say goodbye.

I watched the sky

and thought of him today,

imagining him raising hell

at the pearly gates,

a stiff drink in one hand

and a cigar in the other,

cracking up everybody else in line.

The way I see it,

Heaven just got lucky.

We’ll miss you, Mark.