leboyfriend died in his sleep around 2am Friday morning, UK time.

Icon because he took the photo. For about a decade, for nearly all the photos of us, he was the one behind the camera -- no one else was able to get shots so relaxed and happy for either of us.

Fuck. He was always absolutely confident he would live to ninety-six (a fortune-teller told him? I don't remember the details, but he joked about it regularly), and this is twenty years too early, damnit.

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