I thought I knew what tragic meant.

An automobile accident was tragic;
The murder of a president was tragic;
The kamikaze dissident was tragic.

But all these circumstances pale
Before the truly tragic:
The loss of a dear friend,
Whose only crime was humanity,
Whose only court was himself,
Whose only course was heroism.

I'm convicted of the same.

May that great man rest from labor;
May his memory be our mirror;
May we call our friends by name.

--We miss you Ben