I lost a friend and a gaming partner over New Year’s Eve.
Just before four A.M., we watched him go through a rather violent convulsive seizure, from which he made what looked like a full recovery. Still, it was a violent thing, and we called an ambulance and insisted he get to the hospital and get checked out by a doctor.
As it happened, somewhere between five and six A.M., still in the hospital, he went through a second massive convulsive seizure, and this time, he didn’t recover at all.
This post is dedicated to the memory of Gonçalo Cardoso Dias. You played a good game, my friend, but now your seat is empty, your boards are folded up, your pieces are all put away and your characters lie lifeless in their folders.
Still, their memory lives on in the worlds you helped create, design and build, just as you yourself live on in the memories of everyone who’s ever played with you and worked with you, and lived, laughed and loved with you.
Maybe we’ll meet again, in the end.