In old age we are like a batch of letters that someone has sent. We are no longer in the past, we have arrived.
When I posted this photo along with those words,
I didn't know that one of my dearest friend on Flikr
passed away...it is almost impossible to talk about
Horst at past tense...farewell gentleman, I will never, ever forget you,
you've been like a father to me in this virtual world.
I still can't believe or accept it...