This may be breaking protocol, but Aaru's name was Chris and he was my most cherished and dearest person in real life. Wednesday morning, he had a heart attack. Paramedics worked on him for 25 minutes, but he was gone. He was 51 years old. Sadly, I won't be able to make it to the Old City because I have to be in Church to honor him there. But I've passed along your plans to his daughter and both she and her brother are very touched that you're honoring Chris in this way. The Old City is a work of art and he was so proud of it. He was the best person I knew and I'm blessed to have had 10 years with him, but truly no amount of time would have been long enough. I'll love and miss him my whole life.
