I found out a couple of days ago that a friend died. He wasn't someone I knew or had ever met IRL. He was a friend from the computer geek forum I've been frequenting for almost three years now. He actually died a couple of months ago but I only noticed the thread Tuesday. I had thought he was taking the summer off from posting and probably spending some time with his family. Not so.
His name was Whitecree. He called himself that because he was part white and part Cree. He was older then the average poster and a talented and skilled carver. A lot of his carvings represented characters from Cree legends. He had a severe disability - dial up internet in a forum full of geeks who bragged about their cable or DSL speeds. However, he'd post breathtaking photos of the forest that surrounded him in British Columbia and we'd all be jealous.
On the board he was one of the voices of maturity and experience. He was warm, funny, intelligent and straightforward. In my mind I had him labeled the resident Dad. He was also generous and thoughtful. I finally noticed the thread because his son had updated it with a post from Whitecree letting us know he had died and saying goodbye. He'd written it last year prior to an operation, "just in case", and his son was kind enough to share it with us when he found it.
There are people you have fun with on a message board and there are people you connect with but then their are the ones who, because they possess such a wonderful personality and strong character, are special. And that was Whitecree.
I'd always thought that if I ever went out to the other coast I'd like to look Whitecree up just to give him a hug. I wish I still had the chance.
This was his avatar;
I'll miss you Whitecree.