passed away three days ago. He took his life, and I just want the world to know how fucking awesome he was. There was never a time that he wasn't uplifting, sweet, and so supportive of me. Heck, I remember on my birthday he came over the night before just to make sure I had a good "pre birthday". I had never heard of a pre birthday.

Also remember fondly dancing with him at Anthro Northwest last year when my partner Zapper was playing. I'll never forget him as long as I live, and I'm just so torn up and sad about getting sick with covid, delaying our hang out, and making it impossible to see him before he died.

Gosh Rocoro, I know why you did this, I am glad you are at peace, but I am still worried about you passing on, and I do not feel better. This shit hurts, and it just sucks. I can't feel my own body at times because of how numb it feels to know that we as friends couldn't do enough to save him. I miss him so much.

RIP Rocoro.