George Allan Maxwell

He used to sit with me in the secret garden. Although it wasnt really a secret, it just looked like one. We didn't speak much because we didn't have to. We could just sit and think and listen to the world he created. He was a brilliant man and I loved him. He and I loved antique furniture and cars. He helped me with my designing business and he was actually really good at it. I was Sosha and he was Mesha. I swear, he was a sister I didn't know I had. He had a love for music and he had a lot of knowledge about what goes on behind the scenes and juicy little details about bands that isn't known to the public. He was a fabulous story teller, I could just sit for days and listen to him. Without even looking I could pick him out of a crowd by the way he coughed or sneezed, or by seeing only a body part. He is that vivid to me. He said once that I may be by my self but I'm never alone, and I said "Or on loan". We laughed and he said, I worked hard so I could make that true for you. Rest in peace, love, and have a groovy time doing it my friend. I'll never miss you and I'm ok with that. Taiwan is the safe word.