When I read the news, my body reacted like I’d been slapped in the face. I went back to bed, started doing French lessons in Duolingo, and made it my entire world to win first place in that week’s Diamond League tournament. I studied French all day every day for the rest of the week, barely stopping to eat or sleep.
When I remembered, near the end of that week, that the song “‘Til I Die” exists and realized that he had now died — and so he’s no longer thinking those thoughts — I doubled over like I’d been slugged in the stomach. Continue reading “Brian”