You were a point of focus to inspire the soul, an anchor when I was adrift in the world. A reason to continue when there seems no point to writing. Oh how you encouraged me to reach inside and find the words. You gave me hope and showed me paths that I would not have traveled on my own. I drew courage from you as I saw the truth in your work. Despite your imperfections, you are a beacon to my frustration when I have lost my way. To lose you is to see a part of myself fade into nothingness, how I long to hear you speak or to see you write again.