Froggy and I went to the memorial service for That Silly Doug today. We all gathered at Ocean Beach on a surprisingly warm, humid day to hear stories from Doug's good friends. We left to the sound of a kilted bagpiper, standing by the base of the cliffs.
We re-gathered at the Presidio Social Club for a great party. The only thing missing was Doug mingling, giving out hugs, and making sure people had what they needed. And as much as we felt Doug's presence, we also keenly felt his absence.
I don't know about anyone else, but I choose to believe that Doug is on a big road trip, living life to the fullest, eating all the good local foods, driving with the top down and the wind in his hair. Never looking back, but carrying all those dear to him in his heart as he speeds along to new adventures. Go, Diego, go.
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