The words are never easy to come up with.
I was 17 when I first got to meet him face to face. We had art together in second semester in 2013.
He was such a dynamic and insightful person. So many strong things to say.
He grew up to chase the dream. His art and passion flowed from him. His sister puts it best.
"If you knew Alec, you knew he loved taking the piss as much as the craft. "
He was such a promising and charismatic person, and he brought so much change, dynamic to so many people.
he had such a hard honest opinion that you hated hearing it. But fuck it was always so true, and so cutting that you
felt so compelled to work harder and harder.
We were never close per se, but his impression was... is. His impression is ever-lasting.
There was so much left unsaid, so many thoughts and ideas, insights, feelings.
But there is no telling what the present would be like due to the impossibility of changing the past.
Goodbye to someone so wonderful and unique, that the words remain difficult to come up with.