When a modest and decent person leaves this life it is always with sadness, there may be joy in the memory of what they have left behind, the art perhaps they have created living on, collecting new fans, making new friends each subsequent nudge and praise in the right direction, but it doesn’t stop the hurt, the loss of having had something so beautiful, wholesome and uniquely fascinating that their spirit seems to have somehow find a way to inhabit your thinking, then you know that they were special, that you may be able to revisit their roots, but you will miss out on their future, all that could have been.