Argos MacCallum

There, in my arms, in the first embrace we shared in God knows how long, he said, "I'm very, very sorry folks," and died.

We lowered him into the grave the next day just before sunset – in his boots, blue jeans, and Pink Floyd T-shirt. He had also requested his glasses, just in case he needed them. No satin, no coffin. Just a few mementos in his pockets and some flowers in his hands. He was traveling light."