I didn't know Dragoneer. In a way, I never met him like that.
I knew Wren.

When I say "I hardly knew Wren" I really mean it. We only had a few conversations, and even then I don't mean talking at length, I mean a few lines of casual banter. I only knew him as one of the more distant people in my social circle. The only conversation I really even remember was when I found out that he owned FA. The moment I found out they were one in the same. It's hard not to feel at least a little star-struck when you realize that somebody in your social circle is so prolific that they have literally had a direct or indirect role in pretty much EVERY furry's life. It's pretty amazing to really think about. But I know better than to let that get the best of me. I never saw him as "The owner of FA" or "Cornerstone of the community." I just saw a guy. Not really unlike myself. And at the end, that's all anyone really is. A person. An individual.

I never really knew him. And what hurts more than anything else right now is the fact that I'll never get a chance to. But I do have an idea of who he might have been. Cobbled together by what I've seen and what others have said. I know the version of him in my head is idealized. I can't possibly have the full story. Maybe, then, it's somewhat beautiful that this is how I'll remember him.
Kind.
Caring.
Literally gave everything to keep this community or fandom or subculture or whatever you want to call it together. For all its flaws, this site was his life's work.
I've heard stories of him rubbing people the wrong way at first... but these stories have ended in tears as those people further described how even though they got off on a rocky start, they actually became good friends.

Nobody's perfect. Everyone has off days. Moments when they're meaner or grumpier or harsher than they want to be. Moments when the stresses and woes of the world weigh heavily on them. Moments when they make controversial decisions. But if nothing else, these stories tell me that he was trying to be better, and that's something I'll always admire in someone. I have no doubt that he'd want us to carry on. Not completely move on, I mean everyone wants to be mourned at least a little, but I think he'd want us to find the strength to keep going despite the heartache. Despite the void he's left behind.

Goodbye, Wren.
You didn't deserve the hand fate dealt to you. You suffered for so long in so many way. You'll always be remembered in the hearts of all those you've touched.
Now you can finally rest.