In Memory of Hack
Photo borrowed from Dan Harris’s facebook, credited to Samantha Haney.
My friend. I have always simply called you “Hack”, though some know you as Dan Harris.
Many nights we spent drinking coffee and pondering the workings of the universe, you, friends and I. You believed all of our fantasies. You once asked me what I thought I was. When I answered, “something like an angel” you nodded and watched me swing high on the children’s swings in the park beneath the stars. You loved our fantasy worlds and encouraged us to bring them to life through music, paintings and books.
You collected the eccentric. You formed yourself into an oddball of elegance.
And so young… so young… you collapsed and died suddenly. Though we were not there, our hearts always have been. Grief-stricken. Pained by the loss of a broad mind and big heart, we all tried to grasp what we never want to accept.
Our dear friend Hack is gone.