A dear friend died unexpectedly in Kyiv this weekend, and it's hard to think of anything but him right now. Henry... He was so full of love, so full of joie de vivre that it feels awkward to feel so sad thinking about him now...

But to know that he's not coming back, that we're never gonna see him again is unbearable.

Some of Henry's family and friends gathered tonight at the bar where we all used to hang out. One friend shared a picture with me. I wish he hadn't. On one of the tables, there was a framed photo of Henry. Not Henry, but a framed photo of him.

And I spent some time tonight searching for some of my pictures of Henry, and I did find a few, but I won't post any of them here. I just can't.

But, as a tribute to one of the most wonderful people I've ever known, here's an unrelated photo from St. Pete in 2004 that I ran into while looking for his pictures. It is so full of sunshine, love and joie de vivre that I hope Henry would've liked it.