Gone Too Soon

SO what does is take to get me out of my blogging slump? I started this blog as a distraction and a creative outlet for myself while I traversed some murky waters. It worked in the beginning, didn't it? But then s-l-o-w-l-y I lost steam. I allowed myself to drown a bit in those murky waters. But I'm back. At least for today. Why? Because I need to pay tribute to a person who was so full of passion, so full of talent, so full of conviction, realer than the most real; that he had to be taken from this realm.

I came to know Frantz Simpson (left in picture) through my husband (right in picture.) Although my husband is an only child, he has many brothers and Frantz was one of them. Frantz was an artist. Talented. Gifted. Man, he was so gifted. The depth, richness, in his paintings and drawings is profound. Endless. Return upon return to one of Frantz' paintings finds you something new each time.

There were many reasons to love Frantz. Many reasons to admire him. More than anything though, Frantz walked the walk. Everyday. While the rest of us, myself first and foremost, agonize over how unhappy we are in our jobs, wondering what we should do with our lives, Frantz lived his dream, his passion. Everyday. A graduate of Cornell, he could have done anything with his life. And so, he did what he knew how to do best. He followed his passion, he used his gifts, he created art and through it, life.

While his life flashed before him as he transitioned into the next realm I know Frantz had no reason for regret. For his entire short life Frantz was unafraid. He was a beautiful example of the light within.

Gone too soon...

Frantz lost his life when he was struck by a car in the early morning of October 10th. I believe wholeheartedly that in the nanoseconds right before he was hit, that he was flooded with a sense of peace.

No regrets.

Frantz Simpson.

The brother who walked the walk.

Everyday.