The elephant and I

It's a funny thing (not funny ha-ha) how you get to know people through the internet, learn about their families, exchange thoughts, move on to telephone calls or Skype and refer to them as your friends. And when one of them passes on, you realise that grief takes many shapes and the hard lump in your chest is unshed tears for someone you never actually met, never held their hand or touched their cheek.

For Blondiedel and Woody.
The elephant and I won't forget.