I met Kim in the fall of '91. He told me then that he wouldn't live to be as old as 25. I refused to believe him. He was very healthy at that time, in remission from cancer.

He gave wonderful hugs.

He died during my year abroad while I was in Australia on my way home. I was looking so forward to seeing him again when I returned. I called his house to speak with him and his family informed me that he had passed away a week before.

This hit me completely from left field. I hadn't known that he'd become very sick. The following year I went to visit his grave with others who were his good friends. That was very healing.

He was a sweet soul. I hope that things go well for him wherever he is now.