I outed you years ago re: your big heart. You were slightly embarrassed, then. You'd probably be twice as embarrassed now to read all the stuff that's being said about you today, but it's mostly true, and you were loved, and you will be missed. I haven't written anything here in well over a year. You ought to be pleased with yourself in that only your passing could have prompted me to contribute anything else. I'd ask for your forgiveness in that it is a mere daylog instead of an actual contribution, but we both know it would be disingenuous of me to do so. Besides, I'm kind of mad at you for up and dying on me.
Goodbye, old man. I'll never forget you.