Once in a while comes a person that HHP was. Once in a while comes a person who could just be an everybody's and anybody's person. Both funny and profound. Silly and serious but above all a pioneer. I could lie and say "the dust has settled" and all those other "comforting clichés" that we forever say. But with death, the going on's of life stay reminding, poking, tapping us in the shoulder. Telling and reminding us of a soul we've lost. When I found out that HHP had passed away last month, I was genuinely in disbelief! I was sad and shocked. I then watched as everything unfolded on the socials and media. I watched as people expressed their sadness, their best and fondest moments,how some made the death about themselves and how some were just straight up foul and being assholes about it. I wanted to write a piece sooner, commemorating him, I really wanted to. With all that surrounded his passing (and still do), there's a lot of th...
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