He passed away precisely how he lived his life. He fought like I’ve never seen anyone fight for anything before. And when it was time to go, he bowed out as gracefully as anyone possibly could have. It was the perfect metaphor.
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“Somehow it feels I’m selling his memory short when trying to write about him now. Maybe it is still too soon. But, that said, I’ll probably never be happy with anything I write, concerning him, at least…”
“I will always remember her, for rather obvious reasons of course, but, ever more importantly, for the person she had chosen to live her life as. Thank you so very much. ..”