Dear Journal… It’s Kay. 3:33 in the morning. Funny how memories work… You don’t go looking for them. Sometimes… they just find you. Tonight… I’m thinking about… the Wise Man. This isn’t really a sad story. It’s about someone who changed my life without ever realizing how much. There once was a Wise Man in my life. The kind of person who could sit beside you… Turn a simple conversation… Into something you’d carry for the rest of your life. He didn’t pretend to know everything. He just lived enough life to know what really mattered. He saw the world a little differently. And somehow… after talking with him… You did too. The funny thing is… You never realize you’re making memories… Until they’re all you have left. Wise man… Everybody knew your name. Everybody left with something… Nobody left the same. You’d talk for hours… Make the world make sense. Funny how the loudest lessons… Are the ones I miss the most. One question… Would become ten stories. One story… Would become a lesson. One lesson… Would somehow change the way you looked at life. I’d laugh… I’d listen… I’d finally say… “Yeah… I get it.” But somehow… You always had one more thing to tell me. Looking back now… I realize… You weren’t just talking. You were leaving pieces of yourself behind. Now life moves fast. People don’t slow down like they used to. But every now and then… I hear a sentence… A laugh… A lesson… And for just a second… It feels like you’re still here. Wise man… Everybody knew your name. Everybody left with something… Nobody left the same. You’d talk for hours… Make the world make sense. Funny how the loudest lessons… Are the ones I miss the most. I still remember… how every goodbye ended. You’d say… “Love them all for me.” … And I do. Every day. I’m trying. Love, Kay 🦋
