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I have been trying to put off this post until I can do it without sobbing, but I can’t get it out of my head.

Patrick Coleman Saunders was a beautiful person, and he died.

I don’t know why I get to live, when such brilliance and kindness can pass away. Coleman made more people happy in his thirty years than I could in a hundred.

He will be missed, perhaps for as long as I am capable of missing.