Have you ever missed someone you never knew personally? I miss the author David Foster Wallace.
Although probably best known for the novel "Infinite Jest" (a book I have yet to crack), I got a serious jones for Wallace reading two of his essay collections - "A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again" & "Consider the Lobster". Knowing there will never be another book of Wallace essays (a posthumous novel, "Pale King", was just released) makes me sincerely sad. He had a staggering intellect coupled with a real fondness for goofy colloquial language. Reading him feels like being in a world class library with funhouse mirrors.
There are many artists I've enjoyed in my life whose work I miss - John Lennon's and Laura Nyro's music; Robert Altman's films; John Updike's books. I'm not sure why in Wallace's case it feels more personal, but it does. Have you ever had an experience like this? If so, please share it with me and others.