The man is gone but not forgotten, to use an old saw. He is with me as me. He has entered into my heart and never left it once.
I would cry rivers if it would bring him back, but his time had come and he left us all better off for having found him.
He was not without his flaws, but even they cast brilliant shadows of piercing light.
He wrote of the darkness within us all; it is inevitable that we fall. Without the falling, there would be no rising.
His elegance was understated, always. His lifestyle that of a minimalist. I loved that about him. He did not succumb to celebrity tackiness. Far from it.
He said that there were no diamonds in the mine; that is true. But he has us mining elsewhere, within our very own messy lives.
Peace be on his house.