I just found out that author William Neale, a man I was lucky enough to meet last year at Authors After Dark and Gayromlit passed away yesterday.
To say that he was one of the kindest men I've met sounds like hyperbole at this point, but I believe I am being perfectly truthful. I could say so much more. He listened well, he spoke intelligently and with reserve. He nurtured the newbies and spoke well of his peers. He gave people individual attention -- I think it's possible that everyone who knew him will feel a tremendous personal loss.
We were enriched by his presence among us, and I will miss him so much. The world will be less without him.