in loving memory of one of the best psychics and mages that i have ever met, a lone poet, and an ever so loyal friend, love and light to you always. Punkin, the doors of my home are always open for you.
it only occurred to me that we never had our picture taken together. i never got the chance to see or talk with you for the past month.
one of the last entries on his fb wall:
you never recovered from it. and if you wanted., i would be happy to make her eat magick.
i will miss you
|:love and light always, dearest Punkin|