To Shakir...

Shakir,

There are so many of us left here now, wishing we would've let you know how much we loved you, thinking that we should've told you how influential you'd been on our careers, and wondering what we could've done to help save your life.

We should have thought of this sooner.

It doesn't matter now that you have hundreds of friends and colleagues that would have done anything for you (personally, professionally or both), because our attention focuses on you too little and too late. I'm sorry that I didn't let you know that I am a friend of yours who would never have judged you, always would have supported you, and would have set the earth on fire to save you from yourself.

Who am I? I'm nobody but someone whose life you touched. I'm someone who is sincerely saddened at the thought of your final act overshadowing the phenomenal contribution you made to the lives of more people than you knew.

Damn, Shake.

Please rest easy.

Love,
Kelly.