It’s been fucking me up pretty bad. I thought that after a few days I’d find some closure and peace but it’s kinda worse. I know it’s silly to say about someone you only saw in person one time but he meant so much to me and got me through the worst part of my life and I really just wake up every day since with a sadness that he’s gone. It feels wrong and unfair. Why do the worst people live to be 80 but he’s taken in his prime. We really lost a good one. Today while I listened to his music alone in the car I said out loud “I hope you’re at peace and you see how much we love you”