I find it hard to explain to people why I am not crying all day long. When I do cry, it is for myself, because I miss you, because you were so precious and so profound and there is no one I can relate to or love as much as I love you.
But as for you - I feel you got the best of it. I read some speculation, just to confirm, that your death was a painless one. You stopped breathing and your brain was tricked into not panicking at this. I knew that already when I saw how peaceful you looked in death.
You were free while you lived. You even traveled across the country like you wanted to and you loved it, despite the discomfort of being confined on a train. In one of the comments on your photos you wrote:
"The country unfolds in your
heart. The landscape is such a powerful message. Makes you want to run
wild like a comanche. Brother I am in lov with this life."
You never had to compromise. Yes, 26 years is short, but it is well beyond the time when most people find they have to settle, and let go of a limitless future. When I was 26 we came to this country and I started on the 20-year grind to sustain our precarious existence. Now I am safe, but with nothing to show for it. The reason I lived for - you - is gone. You, on the other hand, never lost your child-like optimism. You still felt anything was possible. What better way to end.
Still, I can't help wishing for my sake that you were more ordinary and less foolhardy. That you are still here.