So many friends have passed in recent years, months, days… and here’s another one to add to the sad, cold pile.
Truth be told, William Mitchell was not a close friend of mine. I didn’t know him that well, and he might not have been able to pick me out of a crowd at all.
Yet there are some people you can just tell make the world a better place by being in it. William was that kind of person. In hearing of his passing, I couldn’t help but think to 2008, when another friend of our extended bohemian community, Gina Marx, had gone missing. Many thought she had taken her own life, or come to a violent end. And it was William Mitchell who did the legwork to actually find her, and to let us know she was okay.
Somehow it seems even more tragic that a person who would do so much to help assure us Gina was living would opt out of life on his own. It’s cold comfort, but apparently William was a poet. It’s not really immortality, but maybe we can remember him by his words? The best we can do is try.