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BERT


See, Bert doesn't judge. At all. Do you know anyone like that? don't.
BERT
Bert is an amazing human being, one that I'm proud, blessed, to call my friend. He is sweet, calm, kind, generous, intelligent, curious, funny and to top it off, he likes heavy metal. What else can you ask for in a friend. Since we met, he considers me his teacher too, go figure. Somehow my down to earth, no bullshit, softly humorous approach to spirituality speaks to him. Which coming from a man who has read every spiritual book and asked every question to himself and others, is probably one of the biggest honours i ever received.
 
He likes to call me Master and i like to tell him to fuck off with that shit. And we laugh and share another song from Cult of Luna, or Brutus, two of our favourite Belgian bands. I also tell him that he is much more my teacher than i am his and he smiles unassumingly and looks away. He's a little shy too.
 
See, Bert doesn't judge. At all. Do you know anyone like that? I don't. And that's just... wow! Maybe the most amazing teaching, one I'll make my best to live up to for the rest of my days. And fail miserably. And try again. Every day i live.
 
And now... Bert is dying. Fuck! He got himself a hard hand early on, severe brain illness at young age. And due to all the drugs he had to take to fight his illness, now cancer is taking him away prematurely. Fuck! No words can give us solace before death, no clever sentence can help us to properly understand it, or cushion the pain and fear of both dying and losing a loved one to death. So I'll just say Fuck! a third time.
 
In a way he's been fortunate too. He has enjoyed one of the most beautiful love stories i ever witnessed with an equally amazing human, his wife Heidi, and now they're both saying goodbye to eachother for some last few weeks, maybe days, in the beautiful farm they both built surrounded by nature. My comfort is that he will die an honorable death, calm and in love, like a true Master deserves. Last Thursday I got a few hours to say goodbye, to look into each other's eyes, chat with him, caress each other, listen to music and make puzzles. I will never see Bert again and i don't even understand what that means, but those few hours will come with me forever. I love you Bert.
 
And you...? who the fuck knows man? But you're so full of love that wherever you go, you'll make it... incrediBert! So, if i were you, I'd waste no time on fear, leave that for the rest of us.
 
Thank you so much. You changed me. You love me.

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