Woke up this morning feeling glum and depressed. I found out yesterday that someone I met at Fantasm a year ago died over the weekend. He drowned while on an outing. Just one of those freak accidents that you can’t explain and never expect. I didn’t know this person well, but from my brief association with him, he made a striking impression on me. He was sweet and funny, and full of life and energy. You could see it in him, his enthusiasm and his wicked sense of humor. I quite liked him and I’m stunned and shocked that he’s gone. I’m also exceptionally saddened that I didn’t get to know him better. I meant to, but I thought it was just one of those things that could happen in the fullness of time. Except time has stopped for him now, and all my opportunities to cobble a friendship with him are gone.
I don’t like death.
Going to go hug Matthew now.