But the picture of him in bed versus what I felt when I walked in that room were two different things. While his body had completely deteriorated, his soul had gotten bigger and bigger. It couldn’t be contained in his body anymore. It filled up the entire room. The two of us communicated without ever uttering a word. I wasn’t the only one. Ali was able to do that with almost everyone he loved. His death felt important, like I was in the presence of something greater than I’d ever known.
