Feels a bit weird for there to be back to back death journals but I was never one to do journals that much so here we are.

 Kentam has been a friend of mine for a long time, well over a decade by my best guess. I knew him online before he came to Vancouver and was lucky enough to show him around the area a bit and share a bit of what I loved about this city with him. Likewise he shared his time, with which he was unfailingly generous with, with me. Countless visits to White Spot and even more D&D sessions with some other friends were the bulk of out interactions and they're memories I recall fondly. While more recent years have seen these be more rare as I was socializing less and dealing with things in my own life I certainly wanted these encounters to resume once things were more settled. In this respect Mike and I were similar, both having encountered some troubles and trying to put our lives back together and to my understanding both having some success in that.

I'd hoped within the next year or two that my side of things would settle enough to give me the bandwidth to hang out with him more and perhaps even resume regular D&D sessions, or perhaps just Stellaris sessions which he loved.

I won't be able to do that now or participate in the many more incidental interactions online, leaning a big striped head in as he scritches a chin or some such. I'm going to miss him terribly, I'm just glad for the time I did have with him.