I found out on 3/3/02 that someone I used to talk with, and roleplayed with, had died. He was from Germany, and someone who'd kept in written touch with him recieved a letter from his mother, informing them of when, but not how or why or... really anything about his death. They in turn came to the roleplay room and announced it, to those that would care or remember.
We might not have been close friends, and had lost touch after he moved on to other roleplay rooms... but his character had a profound effect on mine, and I remember very fondly the times they crossed paths. I also remember the rambling conversations we had, about elves and Tolkien and minotaurs and roleplay styles.
It's one thing losing touch, and knowing the other person is living their life, doing what they do in the day to day passage. It's another knowing they're gone. In memorium.
