It was sunny the day after he passed.
We went out to the bay of his city, which wasn't very far from our home; it was beautiful, the sea even more so, with tiny fishies swimming out and seagulls gliding through the peaceful Sunday air; it was warm, bright in late February.

However, I couldn't keep my mind off the fact that his funeral would be in a haven weather like that - soft, serene.

I did wonder about the stars before I met him. I admired the Sun, the Earth, and our limitless Universe, but I just needed one final push; a word, the kindness of which would push me on to new depths.

And that word came. From him.

As the street vendors were trying to sell us some fish, and we ventured in some local restaurant, I felt grateful to have ever met him.

I tasted the food and I wanted to share the joy it brung me with him. Even though it had been 6 months since I had last seen him.

I respect and love him dearly.
Thank you to my physics professor at the university, a physics professor who was a beloved physics professor to many other inspired students. May he rest in peace. May he be in a wonderful place that is Heaven.