I am commenting out of touched solidarity, more than anything important to say.

Though I didn’t personally know Corey, the news of his death stunned me… he was SO alive and kicking. He was young. It really was a surreal step into the twilight zone, and a harsh, icey splash from life’s “wake-up” bucket.

The human tragedy focused it’s searing laser of permanent separation on Corey’s family and loved ones, like it does to millions of people throughout the world everyday. And no matter if we are 17, 34, or 68, when it strikes, it comes too soon to those who love.

Love doesn’t jibe well with brusk, one-way deportations… no crime, no trial, no appeal. Just pain and the desperate prayer that somehow the love left behind really is indestructable, inseparable, and infinite.

I believe it is, otherwise it would “die” with the beloved… but it doesn’t.

Love continues to live, perhaps even stronger than before, as I imagine Corey is shining now.