Dizzy was my buddy. He was among the most original thinkers.
God placed Dizzy on my path in my way.
The path was narrow. I could not walk around him.
I had to pick him up and carry him. He was no burden
He was not heavy. He taught me that who I was was good.
He had to be set free. It grieved me to let him go.
Dizzy haunts my memory.