Do I write this to you, whom I never knew, only knew of? Do I send it out into the universe hoping it connects somehow, or put it here in paltry words, so long after you have gone, so that those who loved you know that still, you live in thoughts of one who never touched you, talked to you? I'll do all of these, of course. Through your brother, my good friend and kindred spirit, John, I know all I need to know of you. That you were creative, kind, funny, blazing with talent, with life. I know you were loved, are missed. I know I felt sad when John told me of your passing--though I prefer to call it your release--and that I feel sad never to have known you. And I know, without doubt, that you've changed lives, made differences that you never knew of, and that your loss, somehow, affects all of us.