Why

That's all I can think. Why. Such a wonderful person, with a great smile and, as described so accurately by Braska, an infectious laugh. I'm not bothering to stop my tears when they come, on and off for the last hour and a half since I woke up. I woke up hoping it was all a super awful nightmare or someone's sadistic idea of a prank but it's. Not. Frankie, you're really gone and I don't know why or even begin to understand.

Random snippets of conversation keep popping up in my mind. Talking about Tool, A Perfect Circle and Nine Inch Nails. Pineapple Express. Listening to you talk about Miles and the cats. Chatting at my hooping tree occasionally during lunch. Lazy Saturdays at the call center, cracking up at your stories and getting to know you better.

Wish we could have had that beer together.

"Real hoopers would hoop in the rain."

I'll hoop in the rain today.