Today I heard back from the childhood friend's sister who grew up with you in Taegu. She shared a story with me- part of it (the MacGyver part) I'd heard, but the other one was new to me. New. It's you through and through. It leaves me amazed at how the essence of a person- even living on a different continent, speaking a different language, years later- is the same.
It also brings me the aching-longing-incredible pain of your absence and loss. I want to share this story with you and ask you about it. "Do you remember that? Tell me about it."