A friend of mine passed away a few days ago. I'm still incredulous as I write these words. He was a good, generous soul and a very good friend to me. He had faith in me as an artist even when I have none myself. I wish I could cross the ocean to pay my last respect to him tomorrow at his funeral. I would tell him how much I appreciate all the things that he had so generously given me, how much he had touched my life, how I had taken for granted that I would have all the time in the world to tell him this. Franck, je regrette de ne t'avoir jamais dit tout cela.
There has been so much death in my life of late. I am reminded of a poet's words about life, "A wisp of fog betwixt us and the sun."