Sometimes, a death is a blow because of the loss to society or to individuals. Sometimes it is a blow because it is a shock. Sometimes it’s because it is unspeakably tragic. And sometimes the majority of the sorrow comes from the story.
This particular death was a blow for every reason, but for myself in particular, the sudden knowledge that he had been slowly and quietly dying all while living his dreams and bringing ours to life, washed over everything with a pain that was palpable.
He was an icon and he lived and died iconically.
His name will not be forgotten.