I don't really have anything else to add to today's tragic news of the sudden loss of David Thompson. David and I never met face-to-face, but for the past year, I don't think a week went by without an e-mail from him. It seems like I was always writing and asking him a favor and David never blew me off, he would always get back to me an hour or two after I wrote him and he always did whatever he could to help me, whether it was to arrange an interview with an author or send me out a new title from Busted Flush Press. And whenever he'd send a care package in my direction, he'd include one of these goofy little notes along with whatever book he sent me and for some reason or other, he'd always sign the notes Dad, even though he was only a year older then I am.
David was a good man and I regret that I'll never be able shake his hand and thank him for all of his support and friendship.
David knew you appreciated everything he did for you. He was that kind of guy who loved to help other people. He had a passion for books and it exploded out him whenever someone would want to discuss a book with him. He loved other people loving to read. That was David.
ReplyDeleteKeith, thanks for sharing this. That note from "Dad" brought a lump to my throat and a smile to my face at the same time.
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