I Can't Believe He's Gone...

How can I even start this?

I found Mr. Lumley and Harry at about nine or ten, during the beginning of what would become some of the toughest years of my life. I wouldn't find out until decades later, in therapy no less, that the cause of those tough years was due to autism and clinical depression. Harry Keogh was there for me as a role model during those times, and I truly believe that if it wasn't for him, I may not have made it through. Keogh/Lumley/Lovecraft taught me to embrace the horror, instead of shying away. In those pages, I could escape to Sunside/Starside, or sit with Harry next to Mr. Hannant Sr.'s grave and find comfort in the dead, or flying next to him, incorporeal, over the sea of blue in the Möbius Continuum. There were no bounds that I couldn't travel. I cried like a baby (not that I was much older than one) when Harry died, and wasn't sure what was going to happen next. When I found out two days ago Mr. Lumley had passed on to the Great Majority, I cried like a baby all over again.

I know this is embarrassingly late, especially for how much as I say I loved him and his creations, but I offer my most heartfelt and sincere condolences to Mrs. Lumley and those closest to him. Some day, a long way off from now when I join the ranks of the Majority, I know I will be able to tell him how much I loved everything he was about... and hopefully get to hear the Master himself tell a new macabre tale to boot 🙂.

Thank you for everything, Sir.

-Your loyal fan