The rivers run high

I've known Larry Lewis for almost thirty years. We traveled in the same music scene, had mutual friends, though we were mostly just acquaintances. He died last night. He had been diagnosed with throat cancer last year and in a flurry of activity, managed to start a number of artistic and creative endeavours and collaborations in just the last few months.
His blog, Lairmatic slalomed gracefully between entertainment and heartbreak.
Writing seems to have provided the balm to save him from the depths of what any of us could have fallen into with that definitive and near outcome.
There are days I do, but I will try never to underestimate the power of sharing whatever you can manage.