the day you died i was probably off complaining about something as you were looking out the window watching the wind blow you away..
i remember the last time i saw you at your show, someone had abandoned you in your wheelchair at the entrance and i grabbed the reins and took you for a ride
i spent all the time i could listening, but you were all questions and i filmed you laughing and drinking, while your daughter kept diluting your white wine, but i secretly kept getting you a fresh glass
after all you probably knew what we didn't, that you only had 6 months left...
6 months i could have spent painting with you and laughing with you..now ill develop all my film and brad and i will photograph your studio
and i think i'll cry like i am now because of all the piles of things you had plans for
and what will become of them now will not be what they were intended for
and i know how it feels to lose your life, and your intentions, and your laughter
but if i do anything right in my life i hope i can share and honor your life and memory
and finish something i never intended to.
ken nack, what a guy...
