His birthday is the day before mine. I know that's silly, but seeing that makes it real. I kept thinking that maybe he'd pop up again after a nice long vacation.

Rest in peace, Brother.

I hope you are now where you always wanted to be.

I am sorry I wasn't there for you when you needed me.

You are... you are more than I ever told you you were. More than I ever got the chance to tell you you were. I wish... I wish I could have made everything better for you. I wish I could have given you the peace of mind you deserved.

Wherever you are, I love you. And will never forget you.

Quote from: Sephirah on December 09, 2014, 04:57:49 PM
I hope you are now where you always wanted to be.

I am sorry I wasn't there for you when you needed me.

You are... you are more than I ever told you you were. More than I ever got the chance to tell you you were. I wish... I wish I could have made everything better for you. I wish I could have given you the peace of mind you deserved.

Wherever you are, I love you. And will never forget you.

I came back here this morning because I was feeling anxious and inadequate.  Another friend passed yesterday, and finding your words has given me comfort.  Thank You  I don't  really know why so many of us die so young, and some of us linger long after our usefulness.  Today I do not feel useful - something that Nero always was, even though he struggled.  Struggle is a part of life, and a big part of being a trans person.  When we lose another one - particularly one whose pain I knew, it seems so futile to remain connected and vulnerable.

Connections for me can be so very double edged.  Enriching and devastating; teaching and forgetting; somehow most connection seem to end badly and I crave the silence of isolation.   Music sometimes helps.  Today I've listened to both Cobain and Pavarotti, grunge and opera, life and death, despair and triumph.  Didn't help.

Peace,
Julie

I used to wallow in Tchaikovsky's Sixth and Beethoven's Seventh. I've never understood why, when I was feeling melancholy, I always reached out for depressing music and novels. I never felt better, but I would have felt worse if I had done something else.

Nero's death is just so empty and pointless and unfair. I lost another friend and a former advisor earlier this year, both in their seventies. At least they had full lives and careers. I've run into so many jerks and a$$holes who are still going strong and not contributing much, if anything, useful to society...I feel hopeless when I think about Nero's death.

And lonely. I miss him. I never met him, never saw him, never heard his voice--and yet I feel as if he has taken a chunk of my soul with him.

The world is truly diminished by his absence.

I only encountered him for a miniscule moment in infinity , but will never forget him.

Beautiful memorial. Rest in peace, Nero.

Rest in peace Nero. I hope you are surrounded by the peace and tranquility you sought but couldnt find in life. The first member "to extend his hand" when I first joined here. His death is sad to come accros but is a reminder that "all we really have is a day at a time.
Michelle.

His birth date is two days after mine. Rest in peace brother.