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It is okay to forget.
I have learned about your passing roughly a year ago, but I couldn't grasp that you really were gone. I suppose a year ago I was not ready to say this. As I am writing this, I feel deep remorse about not haven spoken to you when you were still here. The Wireplay server that you ran was my favourite community in any game in a very long time. You created a little online family when the server was online. While this group has not survived the sands of time, the memories persist. You will always be carried with us, living on in our memories.
When we haven't talked for one year, you one time suddenly out of the blue asked me if I felt like playing a game together with the old Wireplay group. I agreed that it had been too long, and that we should play one in the future. I will forever regret not playing with you in that very moment, and that I will never again.
I hope you rest peacefully. For your family and friends I have my deepest condolences.