Having had some time to process it, part of me thinks that Fred died at a writer’s group doing what he loved, part of me thinks that the world lost a great writer and we will never see what could have been. We should all be inspired by this to pursue what we love because you never know when it will all end. We should also treasure those around us for the same reason. Fred did this without abandon and I would like to believe that he would have had no regrets.
But, really, if I’m being honest with myself, I just miss my friend. The friend who was nice enough to drive me my suit. The friend that I now wish I had kept closer ties with than the occasional emails and annual dinners at San Diego Comic Con. The friend that was taken far too soon.
Rest in peace Fred Kim. You will be missed.