For a number of days I have not known how to respond to this news; it seems strange that I am affected so deeply by one I can hardly claim as an acquaintance, much less a friend in any traditional sense. It seems presumptuous to claim differently-- to assert some bond between us that did not exist. And yet, a profound sense of loss endures in me that I cannot set aside; nor do I wish to.

It seemed too little tribute to say that I respected his knowledge, that I appreciated his patience, that I sought to emulate his willingness to share himself with those less able. But as time has passed I realize that there is perhaps no greater legacy than to have strangers speak well, and sincerely, of one after their passing, and to have left understanding in the wake of their too short path through this life.