Oh, lord. I'm almost glad I didn't see this when you first posted it, because even now, after time, it's torn my heart out. But in a good way. I loved him so much. He gave me so much - I don't think I would have lived through adolescence without him to make me remember why the world was lovable. And just. God. He's dead.

I have his last book waiting for me at home. I'm putting off reading it, because then there won't be any more.

But this is beautiful, and sweet, and just right. Thanks for linking to it again, so that I could find it.