The unfillable void.

It is generally a tragic thing when a person leaves this life unexpectedly. The people of deeper influence tend to leave a crater in their wake, however, something bigger than the sum of their life's parts, in a way. They have woven themselves into the fabric of their communities, stretching the threads of their character and gifts into the greater tapestries influenced by them... each thread an accent among the art they inhabit. An accent color, unique and irreplaceable, wholly indefinable without the context of the person from which they sprung. It is sad to see them go but it is grand to see everyone else rise up as best they can to lend each his or her own fibers and context. Never a complete patch but something beautiful and characteristic in its own way. A loose but valid attempt at closure of any kind.