What We Say When You Are Not Here

A young friend passed away last week. He was the sort of person that I call friend, even if we really didn’t share that much time. His intensity and great heart made everyone feel welcomed — regardless if you were a free spirit artist like him, or a square like me.

The outpouring of love has been huge. I fear he didn’t imagine his effect on so many people… actually, I fear more that he actually did.