Unfortunately, my mom didn't tell me that he died early in March this year, of stage four stomach cancer, after an excruciating eight-month battle. She told me tonight, during an impromptu phone call home during the rain storm. I got most of the details from remnants on Google - already, he's disappearing from there, too. He was only 44 years old.
No, this isn't an April Fool's joke. And I feel so fucking bad, because I didn't know - I would have gone home, I would have emailed him or called him - anything, anything, anything. I didn't know.
I'm so sorry, Paul. I'm so sorry.