A friend of mine has passed away. I met Jon earlier this year, shortly before the shit hit the fan in my personal life, and he and I became good friends quickly. I talked to him about my problems, and despite his limited life experience, his analytical perspective was a great help to me. He talked to me about his problems too, but in retrospect, he kept it pretty general. I like to think I helped him, but I can't be sure, because he's gone now.
Jon and I became friends at a time when new possibilities were opening up for both of us. I'm still running with it, though Jon fell behind. I'm not sure how best to memorialize him. I'll start by living a good life, continuing the project we began.
Rest in peace, Jon.