From the letter read at Brett's funeral.
I am, I presume dead. I have died as a result of a disease that
has brought a great deal of pain and suffering into my life, my
friend's lives, and humanity in general.
Although not at all welcome, my demise is at least a relief from
the physical aspect of that pain.
Rest assured that I absolutely do not hold out for the hope of
heaven; nor do I fear the reality of hell.
This is, unfortunately the end of a journey that has been filled
with many adventures, great friends, fabulous shared times and not
nearly enough french champagne. The best part of my life has been
meeting all of you who have gathered here. I only wish I was here
with you today to see you all collected en masse (what a group
you must make!) My many joys in life have rarely been solitary -
they have generally involved one or more of you. My special love
to you all.
What else can I say? I know that bits of me will live on in each of
you as part of your memories of our wonderful shared experiences.
I shall miss you all deeply. Take care of each other in this period of pain.
When Buddha was approaching his death his disciples gathered around him begging for some inspired words of solace that would help them in coping with their upcoming loss. As my parting words, I offer you his reply: "Things Change".
Brett