*I'm a day late writing this because, well, it took me that long to put my thoughts in some sort of order. I'm not sure I'll ever have them all figured out completely... -ck
Somewhere, in the spectrum of my life, Paul Splittorff's death will someday blend into countless others I will have heard about, read about or otherwise experienced. I've lost close friends. I've lost co-workers. I've lost childhood heroes at what seems like a far too fast of rate lately. No, Splitt wasn't the first and won't be the last. But, his passing has held much more meaning to me than I would have thought.