Yesterday I said a final goodbye to one of the best men I have ever known. Dirk and Jane and I drove through the most beautiful fall scenery to Dahlonega, GA, a town in the Appalachian foothills that on any other day is a beautiful place, holding good memories. Writing brings my heart solace and and there is a letter below, if you care to read it.
Today I said goodbye to Zak McConnell, a dear friend who left this world far too soon. There were so many hearts breaking for a man who touched every soul he met.
Zak, thank you for being the friend you were in the time I had to get to know you. You were one of the best men I have known and I'm so sad to see you go. Thank you for teaching me "Seven Curses," it remains my favorite Dylan song.
I wish I had the chance to get to know Lacee better. I know she was your angel and your muse. I remember you telling me about her when you first met, and I still know exactly what you said. You told me she was "like a porcelain doll, perfect in every way." I have watched your love from afar these last few years, and I know it was good, even if it wasn't perfect, which is really the truest of loves. My heart breaks for her pain, and I wish there was something any of us could do to make it better.
The leaves we're falling today, in a blaze of glorious colors. Commemorating their passing I a rustle of song and nothing less than a shout of vibrance. They reminded me of you, because even though you've left us, it was with no sigh. Rather, the pain of your passing brought out the imprints your touch has left on those around you, and it was a vibrant and beautiful, though heart wrenching, show. I'm happy to believe I'll see you again someday, in a place where everything is in tune.
(Zak was 26 years old, and married to a beautiful woman named Lacee. They had just celebrated their two year anniversary).