Hinc illae lacrimae
One of my oldest and dearest friends passed away yesterday.
I met Brent Smith 43 years ago, give or take. We took a shine to one another right from the get go. We played ball together, traded comic books, slung dice, chased girls, and raised more than a little bit of hell when all was said and done.
We shared a mutual passion for music and books… and, to be honest, particularly in our college days, we did our level best to shake the pillars of heaven. Boys will be boys, and we played hard, let me tell you. But by the gods, we had fun.
He and I were like brothers. Inseparable, really. We honest to goodness loved each other like only people who have lived on the edge of it can.
We reached for the stars and weaved magic by moonlight.
Brent Smith was a special human being. He had a perpetual twinkle in his eye and a big heart and I loved him dearly. And I am going to miss him with every fiber of my being.
Godspeed, Smitty. I love you, brother.