A Death Too Young

On losing a young friend

A portrait of the artist as a young man, as he will remain. RIP

I come out of the bathroom to find my wife crying. My mind immediately scans through all the people that could die. Then the horror of which one.

He was such a young man. Such a sweet kid. He taught our children art. He brought us paintings, cake, ceramics, he had so much love inside and he used it to create. Now he’s just gone. It puts everything in perspective I…