There are times when we cannot live day to day. We give up on days and live hour by hour, and if that does not work we live moment by moment, and if THAT does not work we live in the space from one breath to another. And with every breath you say 'I have not fallen yet, and yet, and yet.' And so we carry on when our hearts are broken and our spirits crushed and we are certain we can bear no more.

I could write a lot about  athus and what he was to me and meant to me. I cite him as the sole reason I ever began to improve at art; he was my motivation, and at times, the one guy in my corner still cheering for me. I'm hard to befriend, yet he still did. We shared visits to each others' houses, and two memorable conventions. And it was not enough for me. I wish I had known him sooner.
Goodbye, my friend. I miss you already. The world is a much dimmer place without you.