Losing Vincent

…When doves cry…

I’m heartbroken.

I just learned that Vincent, a beloved friend of mine and a man who was closer to me than family, died suddenly, alone at his home in Florida. He was planning to move to Delaware and was busy dealing with all the things, so I hadn’t spoken to him in a couple of months. He died shortly after we last spoke.

Vincent was an entertainment reporter in Albany, New York, when I met him through a mutual Prince friend. We connected immediately and had many, many great adventures together. We also had probably hundreds of long phone calls about Life. Love. Family. Disappointment. And big decisions. For my friend, a big decision was often along the lines of “Which concert ticket should I buy because if I were a responsible man, I’d only buy one.”😆

Long stretches of time often passed before we connected, with lots of texts and voicemails in between. But we were there for each other. Without exception.

It feels hard to breathe. I love him dearly, and I know for a fact he loved me. There is now another hole in my being that cannot be refilled.

Rest in peace, Vincent. I hope you found your rock-and-roll, funk-and-soul heaven.