It's Bevie's birthday today and I didn't want to let it pass unnoticed.
He was one of the sweetest people I know and the most prolific writer and story teller. Words just seemed to pour out of him. I could never keep up! I've lost count of the number of blogs he started, including this one.
He had a whole stack of novels written in his fantasy world and I wonder what will happen to them now.
I had the privilege of reading some of his short stories and they were full of hope and promise. He liked to write about love in all its forms but he was shy and never sure how far to take his scenes. They usually ended up very gentle, just as he was.
I worried that I wouldn't be able to keep my side of the friendship up indefinitely - I knew how hurt he'd been by the loss of his friend Stephen and of his father. He had so quickly become one of my best friends and I didn't want to let him down. As it turned out, I needn't have worried.
The time we had as friends was far too short but I'm gratefiul for what we had.