Hello. This is not Damien. I’m his friend and next door neighbor. He requested that I publish a journal to his DeviantArt account on his behalf. He also instructed me not to pussy foot around the topic.A few weeks ago, Damien went to sleep and did not wake up in the morning. There was no funeral, nor a service. He was cremated and his ashes mixed with his dogs. The combined remains were given to his niece.
Without getting sappy, I’d like to say a few words before leaving because I haven’t really had the opportunity to say just how wonderful he was to anyone other than his closest relatives. Damien was, by far, one of the best people I knew. He always had a kind compliment, a story of outrageous shenanigans, a listening ear, and a glass of whiskey. You could count on him for anything and he’d drop everything to help someone out.I miss him terribly, and hated holding this information back from his friends here on DeviantArt, but it was his request that I wait until today to post the news. He died as he lived; peacefully and on his own terms.