I've been reading through all of the messages left for Karsten Kinstler for the last hour or so, and it's been very hard to keep my composure while doing so. I've had to stop many times because my tears prevented me from reading further for a time.

This has been a very hard day for me, and I believe for many of you as well. The messages left for Karsten show just how loved he truly was by so many of us ... I ran out of "likes" there are so many. I will finish that task tomorrow, after I get more.

Today has brought home to me more than ever that life is fleeting, and that we can never take it for granted. It has also brought home to me, what will people say about me when I inevitably pass?

Will they say positive things about me, or will they say good riddance? Will people be sad, relieved, or indifferent to my passing? What kind of mark am I leaving on this world? Will I be remembered at all?

Now, I want to talk about Karsten, and the impact he had on us. He was funny, and smart, loved music and animals, but most of all he was kind. Kind to everyone. Never saw a coarse word from him directed at anyone. Ever.

I cannot say the same about myself. I have not always been kind, and have been coarse in some of my interactions with people, and seeing the contrast between Karsten and myself, I'm not liking what I see of myself very much.

This has, again, been a very hard day for me, one where I've been forced to look inside myself, to see what kind of man I am. Do I measure up to either Rush or Karsten? Not even remotely close, and that hurts.

With that, I'm done here for tonight. I wish you all a good night. Please be well. Tell those around you that you love them, as you may not get another chance because life is so fleeting. To all my friends here, I love you all.

RIP Rush
RIP Karsten
You will both be truly missed. Until we meet again.