You have become my quiet sanctuary. In a world that moves too fast and easily forgets those who are gone, I find myself holding onto your memory all alone. I’ve read everything about your life, your work, and your friends, trying to keep your light alive. My biggest fear right now is the day I might burn out and lose this connection. But until that day comes... thank you for living on. Thank you for staying alive in your art when I had no one else to talk to.