One year on

I don’t deal with death very well.

My friend Leonard Pung died of pulmonary complications brought on by leukemia a year ago today. And every now and then I look through the window of the cafe where we hold our writers’ group meetings, and half expect to see him walking in, wearing a Hawaiian shirt and a wry grin on his face, as if he had just come up with a delicious pun that he couldn’t wait to share with us.

I’m putting this video here. It’s Leonard reading from his short story, “Crossroads”. It’s a good story. Enjoy.