Lloyd Wimp died earlier this evening at his home after a long and brutal bout with the bastard known as cancer. No matter the situation, or the odds ... living, dying, and everywhere in between ... he never, ever stopped trying. Lloyd was one of my best friends, and I miss him already, painfully and intensely.
It is my understanding that there will be no funeral in the conventional sense. Rather, Lloyd asked that after he was gone, as many as possible of his friends come together to celebrate his life with an old-fashioned wake at the Public House. This we'll do, with bells on, and kegs of Guinness, food and plenty of bawdy stories, although probably not until just after Thanksgiving.
The blog will remain silent this weekend in the Highwayman's honor.
Lloyd, my brother, there just wasn't enough time. We'll do you proud. Goodbye.