Being around Jos,
with his non-stop flow of ideas and projects
and jokes and greetings and flirting,
was a lot like watching a fireworks show.
You'd be laughing at the jokes,
at the ideas, at the audacity, at the exuberance itself.
His wasn't a show in a far-off field;
it sparkled around him;
he'd set it off in his many friends.
The happy challenge of a new idea would start a game,
and soon the give and take would feel like
a whole basketful of puppies playing together;
yapping and wrestling and wrecking everything in their path,
just for the fun of it.
And there Jos would be in the thick of things,
stirring it all up, launching more rockets.
It all kept coming, like the explosions of the rockets
in the grand finale on the Fourth of July,
and just like that, no one wanted it to end.
But who'd have thought that it
We're going to have fireworks for years and years!
Let's just hope we can all keep up!
The shock is that it was the finale.
Jos is gone, and the sky is darker now.
But the afterimages!
I can still see the fireworks -- I can still hear Jos's voice,
wacky thing I'm going to have to argue about and then laugh
with him about.
He was a great friend,
and the memories of him are a treasure.
I'll miss him, but he'll always be around.