Tonight, I’ll be attending the Celebration of Life for a child I cared about.  I’ve been a friend of the family for many years, and losing Raxus at the age of six is heartbreaking.

The memorial service will be folded into the first of what the family hopes will be an annual series of benefits for childhood epilepsy.  It’s a punk show, because they are deep into the punk scene.  I am not, but I love this family, I am coming to support, and I plan to play my music my way to share my honest and unfiltered grief.  They plan to let me.

In a way, that’s pretty punk too.

Godspeed, Raxus.  Rest in power.