For Dylan Williams
Hello, mate. Some part of me thought I might see you this weekend at SPX. Funny that, isn't it - the heart's insistence on something happening that the mind knows can't possibly occur, because I knew you were back in Portland battling that illness. I went and found Tom Neely and bought some fine comics, asked how you were. Couple of hours later, received the news. Went and found Tom again, had some drinks.
I didn't know you well, but over the last decade, you helped make SPX in particular legendary for me with your thoughts about our funny little medium, with all your conversation and companionability. You were a man of rare integrity, intelligence and insight. I suppose in this game, the early passing of one of our visionary brothers diminishes us all. Too, too early. If I feel your absence like this, at such a distance, with really only a few short hours in your company, I can't imagine what it's like for those you were close to. I wish all strength to them.
I'll never forget your kind, quiet encouragement of my plans to move to the USA, I'm very sorry that we never had the chance to do a book together, and I'm very, very sad that I'll never see your charming grin again at a comics show.
Good times. Goodbye Dylan and godspeed, mate.
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