My family has always been private about our time spent together. It was our way of keeping one thing that was ours, with a man we shared with an entire world. But now that’s gone, and I feel stripped bare. My last day with him was his birthday, and I will be forever grateful that my brothers and I got to spend that time alone with him, sharing gifts and laughter. He was always warm, even in his darkest moments. While I’ll never, ever understand how he could be loved so deeply and not find it in his heart to stay, there’s minor comfort in knowing our grief and loss, in some small way, is shared with millions. It doesn’t help the pain, but at least it’s a burden countless others now know we carry, and so many have offered to help lighten the load. Thank you for that.
To those he touched who are sending kind words, know that one of his favorite things in the world was to make you all laugh. As for those who are sending negativity, know that some small, giggling part of him is sending a flock of pigeons to your house to poop on your car. Right after you’ve had it washed. After all, he loved to laugh too…
Dad was, is and always will be one of the kindest, most generous, gentlest souls I’ve ever known, and while there are few things I know for certain right now, one of them is that not just my world, but the entire world is forever a little darker, less colorful and less full of laughter in his absence. We’ll just have to work twice as hard to fill it back up again.
My only statement. My brothers’ are also online. Thank you for all your kindness, and goodbye for awhile guys. xo (via zeldawilliams)
Thank you for your beautiful words, Zelda. My heart is with you, whether you see these messages or not. Know that you, too, are loved deeply, even by strangers. Humans are built to hold each others hands and make each other laugh—to connect. You, your brothers, and of course your father, deserve all the love in the world. I only wish it didn’t take a tragedy to bring that love to light.
What an absolutely tragic end to a beautiful story and a genius.
Always see people live if you get the chance. You never know what will happen.
Bless you, man. You’re up there somewhere
a place that is so dear to my heart and one I still visit frequently. I am shocked and hurt and shaken up… and aching for my little school. a place that whole-heartedly changed me for the better.
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MY MOM SAID IF I GET 1500 NOTES ON THIS IN A MONTH THAT I CAN GO TO ONE OF HER CONCERTS. For those of you that don’t know, Joan Baez is my biggest role model. She’s a biracial pacifist folk singer, much like me :)
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