Adieu, mon ami, adieu.

I write today in grief.

One whom I loved dearly died yesterday. Of which I shall not say more, for instructions were left specifying no service, no funeral, no public acknowledgment of any sort, just a final departure and no footprints.

I shall respect that individual's wish and say no more of them here....

...but this.

"Time it was and what a time it was, it was...
A time of innocence,
A time of confidences.
Long ago, it must be--
I have a photograph.
Preserve your memories.
They're all that's left you."

- Paul Simon, 1968