a friend passes

I found out tonight that my friend Greg K. died of head injuries in an accident at home on Sunday. He had lived in Wisconsin for the last few years, taking care of his elderly mother and writing a series of New Age books based on his knowledge of numerology and other things. You can check out his website here.
I don't believe in many of the things that Greg did, but he was a wonderful friend and conversational partner when we both lived in the same apartment complex in 1997 and 1998. He encouraged me to build up my self-esteem when my relationship with my ex was very conflictual and scary; I encouraged him to write his autobiography, which seemed to help him pull together many strands of thought and seemed to help him follow his life's path as a spiritual counselor and writer.
I can't really explain to anyone who hasn't met Greg what he was like. He was a very short, ex-dairy farmer who was perhaps the world's shortest leather daddy. He had an odd sense of humor, but we found each others' jokes hilarious. He had his bad moods and struggled with his health constantly over the last few years of his life, but was very passionate about his take on the cosmos.
My last e-mail from Greg in September was about trusting Spirit and about letting go of control long enough to be guided by something beyond our own ego. I know Greg is out there in the cosmos somewhere, even if only in the hearts and memories of those who loved him. To me, that's the greatest "cosmic revelation" of all--love's legacy resonates far, far beyond the life of a single person.