Tribute to a Dead Boyfriend
I was idly googling my first boyfriend’s name and his obituary came up first.
As Kerfe told me, this is the time of life when death can happen. He was pretty young though.
His mother was an artist and I met him when she was helping me with my portfolio for the Rhode Island School of Design. (I didn’t get in). He taught me how to drive a stick shift and other stuff useful to a 16 year old girl.
I don’t know what happened to him but I feel terrible for his family. We usually don’t post personal things here so please forgive me. He was also a wonderful photographer who spent a lot of time in my father’s darkroom. Rest in peace, G.