Last month the world grieved when they learned of Robin Williams suicide. I was one of the millions of my generation who was saddned by his death. However Saturday night the ugly spectre of suicide hit far too close to home. I lost someone dear to my heart to suicide, Russell, my man, I have not talked to you in years but that doesn't mean the love in my heart for you ever diminished. Every time I came across a picture of you and I, or saw that old pistol that you and I spent months making work right, or any damned time I saw a throwing knife or ninja throwing star. I thought of you and smiled. I wish we had been closer, I wish I had stayed in touch, I wish I had been able to talk to you one more time. I love you, brother. I wish I had told you that last year, last month, or even last week! Fair winds and following seas, my friend