It's funny because I'm not really a star fucker so to speak. Yet I think of him frequently, as do many. Time hasn't really healed anything. I feel more sadness and less acceptance. As much as we all appreciated him, I wish the world would have better understood him. I know that's a loose term. It's not like I knew him personally. So what did I understand? I understood that the music and the lyrics brought joy and sadness and every emotion in between. Every significant period of my life or threshold crossed seems to have a song of his or the band's attached to it. I hope he knew that beyond the media and the women and the chemicals and the hair existed something meaningful to myself and others. There were times he saved my life. I wish we could have saved his. I hope to meet him some day and thank him.