Jose had outlived all of us, before we met him. He had set a pace that none of us will ever match.
He has called us in from the dark and cold, into the light and warmth of his campfire and shared his sock coffee, freely.
He has taught us and inspired us, and given to us, a unique perspective of our world and history.
His camp and trail, is in all of us, because he cared deeply and shared freely.
Homar said, There is no ballad....
Perhaps, not yet written, but so great a light does not fade quickly, so long as there is pen and hand there is a ballad waiting to be penned.
Until then, my heart hears this paraphrased verse, of another song.
... Though be on joyous wings, cleaving the sky, sun moon and stars forgot, Fly upwards, fly.
Happy trails dear friend.
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