I first met him when he was about 12.
He was the little brother of my dear friend.
He grew up and became a surfer,
A rock star,
A psychologist,
And a beautiful man.
He had time for everybody. He made me smile.
He was one of the good ones, a gentle, gentle soul.
He died on Friday.
He crashed his car and left us.
I'm so grateful that his world touched mine.
Goodbye Tas.
Tasman Blizzard 1972 - 2008
