Words can't seem to describe the feeling of loss I have right now ... even if I never met him personally, I feel sad nonetheless. Not just as a proud, practising Roman Catholic, but as a person. He seemed like a very nice man. I am forever glad to have had a glimpse of him back in the 1995 World Youth Day here in Manila.
For some reason ALL of the people I've wanted to meet for the longest time have died or are dying before I ever get the chance to meet them, but that's just me.
Though ... I am glad he is now at peace, resting in the bosom of the Lord.
It's at moments like these when I wish I could return to drawing...