I kinda regret the post I made yesterday, which was an honest reflection on the familiar feeling in sobriety of someone dying way too young and not really getting the story, but also in its own way speculating about YGIFS, which is what I regret. It sounds like he went out fighting.
When he first popped into this thread it was a funny mix of feelings - on the one hand, most of us are egomaniacs on some level and that ten thousand percent clicked for me with him. Honestly it made me like him more - I didn't not like him before he started sharing in here, but when I realized that he was an egotistical asshole like me it turned that aspect of his style into a little bit of kinship. And then on the other hand, it's incredible that anyone could have been one of us and typed as many words as he typed without "slurring his words". Maybe I wasn't paying attention closely, but he never struck me as being a drunk poster.
I never caught up with him one on one - I feel bad, we had an interaction early on in his participation here where in this thread I brought up his behavior in another thread as being relevant to his journey here and he took offense. I leaned back at that point and I never really leaned back in. But I was paying attention, and man I thought he was in for a rough time with the "let go" "powerless" type stuff and was impressed with the progress it seemed like he made.
There's so much randomness and chaos all around us. It is tough to not try and understand why some people manage to escape the exploding death star and some just don't make it out. But it's fruitless to try and understand it. I'm so sad for those little girls, I'm so sad for him not getting to see the rest. A lot of sobriety was really clean for me when I was unattached, and having kids makes it hard. My heart breaks.