Grant C. Benedict 1977-2005

A good friend passed away on Thursday, Randomly suddenly.
The funeral was today. He was 27 years old, he will be missed by his family
and friends here in Denver and elsewhere. Take a moment today to appreciate your life,
wherever, whoever and how you live it. Now take a look around.


But to look at the stars always makes me dream, as simply as I dream over the black dots of a map representing towns and villages. Why, I ask myself, should the shining dots of the sky not be as accessible as the black dots on the map of France? If we take the train to get to Tarascon or Rouen, we take death to reach a star. One thing undoubtedly true in this reasoning is this: that while we are alive we cannot get to a star, any more than when we are dead we can take the train.

-part of a letter from Vincent van Gogh to his brother Theo