Several weeks ago, an old high-school friend died suddenly from an aortic aneurysm. One of the main passages taking blood through the body quite literally exploded. The wake was the first time in years I’d seen quite a few old friends.

Mr. Dr. Groove lived every day of his life exactly how he wanted. I don’t think I’ve ever known someone more passionate and comfortable in his own skin. I miss him, he’s definitely gone too soon.

There’s an unfillable hole in our group and our lives without our happy-go-lucky, devil-may-care, its-party-time Mr. Dr. Groove making us double over laughing and let go of ourselves long enough to dance like total fools.