In Memoriam Est Recolitur Passionis Eius





There are no words to console our souls, no drink that can purge us of
this particular pain, and no indulgence that will restore us to what
we were prior to the loss of the man we remember tonight.




Who do I remember tonight? I remember a man whose elegance and tone I
wished upon many a star that I could emulate. I recall a man who drank
and shared stories with me, from the Jolly Roger loincloth he wore
while in the military to my digital adventures within the city. I
recall sharing books, and words and more than a few moments where we
both celebrated the community and the lifestyle we had chosen.




As a community, it is with no small amount of pride we wear the
artifacts that he crafted for us. The meaning of the symbols lost to
the fact that in each creation the artist has put a portion of himself
within. This carried over into his works as a leader of this community
and into every life he touched.



Tonight we walk into this place of remembering with our hearts in our
hands, for where else could they be after having fallen to the floor
at the announcement last week. We will remember, we will mourn, and we
will share.

However when we walk out of this place let every voice raise to the
sky the howl that once called us to court. Let us all shed our sorrow
and the pain of our loss and celebrate the life that was. Tell his
stories, remember his laughter, and emulate in every way possible the
grace, elegance and demeanor of the gentleman we were so honored to be
in the presence of.



it is not ours to know where our friend has gone to, however it is our
solemn duty to see to it that he is never forgotten . because as an
artist, a sanguine, and a human being we will never in all our time
meet his equal.

- Delchi 


To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists, and may each and
 every one of us always give the devil his due.