A philosophical friend of ours passed away in 2019. I only learned of it in February of this year. He was one of the most influential people in my life. It wasn't that we spent so much time together or were very close in the last decade or so but during college we struggled though a number of issues together and pressure tested some lived philosophy. In the last message I had from him, a few months before his death, he was reminiscing on those times fondly. My emails from there on out went unanswered and I didn't know why. He wasn't the most consistent communicator over the years so I didn't think too much about it. He had expressed the desire to meet up next time I was in town so when I didn't hear from him I searched the internet and found his obituary. It was an odd way to learn of a death. And it's odd to mourn, years late.
Here's one of the last images I sent him (never received). He always loved the Tetons. Rest in peace, friend. I wish we could have one more meeting of minds, it might have made a difference.
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