You were one of four then.
Since our connection was third party really, when that party departed, the connection was severed. I had heard some news not too long ago. It was hard to believe and I wished all of you well but the distance was vast and my prayers were all I had to offer.
You were one of three then.
I would see the three of you on a rare Sunday. We would say hello, hug, and exchange pleasantries, complimenting each other's children and reminiscing over the "lighter, brighter" days. In the end, we would head off in our own directions, once again disconnected.
Now there are two...and you aren't one of them.
The news was shocking-a tragic accident. It seemed false somehow. A story about a stranger except that it was about you. You have been in my thoughts the last couple of days and this morning, I could feel you in the air. In the beautiful day that greeted me, after the cold gray mornings of the past couple of weeks. In that blush of pink and sunshine all around me, I felt you.
Though you are gone, you are not forgotten, my disconnected friend.