Mr. Moss

I am attending a funeral today for a most amazing man. His name is Cary Moss. I worked with him for the past 7 years at Barnes and Noble. I sold books, he sold knowledge. I have never liked funerals, who really does, but this funeral I am dreading like no other I have attended. I spent all of yesterday sleeping instead so I wouldn't have to think about going. Today I find myself with little courage to get out of bed. I know the only thing that will get me dressed and to the chapel is my respect for the man that Mr. Moss was, and the fact that he never let anything stop him from achieving what he wanted to do, not even in the end.
I will never forget the sound of Cary's voice, his laughter, stories, or the unbending support he gave to those he considered his friends and colleague.