What do you do when your friend is just… gone?
A friend of mine recently passed away. It was sudden. It was unexpected. It was painful. It is still painful. I grew up making friends everywhere I go; whether they last long or not, I always take my time with them as something to cherish and learn from. Paolo was one of those people I never knew how the friendship came to be — never really understood how or why or when or where; it just happened. Paolo happened. He was tall, lanky, wore really high-grade glasses, clumsy, smart, funny — I could go on. Paolo was a dear human being I never knew I’d be able to keep up with. My energy could go high, but his goes higher than anyone I know — and I’m not complaining, not at all; I’m merely fascinated by it. He cared deeply. He loved deeply. He felt everything deeply. He felt everything deeply almost to a fault. Not that I hate it or blame him for it, but there were days I just wanted him to be selfish. For him to be selfish enough to go all out with what he wanted and not give way to hi...