From The Brotherhood
Life is such a fragile thing.
The certainty of our death is the only guarantee we are going to experience in flesh, and yet it is the hardest thing to accept, especially when you build a mountain of experiences with the one departing.
Our world today crumbles with the debris of losing a thread of our own foundation. The pain of losing someone that meant so much to the lore of our club is something that words will not be able to describe.
We mourn for a life full of color, greatness, passion, uniqueness, and a life not bound by rules and what is possible. You were capable of making the impossible possible, and the world—our world—is less perfect because you are no longer with us.
The only thing we can think of in front of this senseless loss is that God needed you there to create something great, or perhaps simply to remind us of the fragility of this life, the need to remember the present, and to remember that today is the only thing we have.
You changed us, brother. You will keep making us better from where you are, and we know that someday we will be together again. Today we mourn you, but we promise to carry your legacy on. Rest in peace, my brother.
