Thank you. Thank you so much for everything you've ever given me and taught me as an artist and a human being. It's hard to convey to other people why it is that I love you and the music you helped to create so much. When I was a child (and to this day) I just couldn't understand other people; their objectives, what they meant to me, what I meant to them, what they were trying to convey, but when I rifled through my mother's CDs at the young age of five for something to listen to in my little stereo and I found Houses of the Holy, I understood, and I felt understood. So many years later I look back and thank the forces that be for guiding my little hands to that particular plastic case so that I could have found what came to mean more to me than most anything else in my entire life. If I could understand nothing else, I could understand your music. I could understand it then and I understand it now. What would I have been without that influence in my life? What kind of person would I be, when my life has been shaped by your work and the work of your contemporaries? Had it not been for you, I never would have demanded a set of drums of my own and I never would have experienced the pure and unadulterated ecstasy that accompanies the accomplishments of finding something you were meant to do and excelling at it. I can think of many friends I would not have made, many jokes I'd never share, and many moments of happiness I'd have missed out on. Life isn't preternaturally joyful. It's hard and grueling and miserable at times. Through you, your music, and what it came to mean to me I have found real joy in my life. I could never be the person I am today without you.
Your body is long gone and in an entirely different state of being, but the body that you inhabited for your short time on earth did not contain all that you were, all that you are, and all that you mean to so many people like myself. Physical death is nothing, really. Nothing that you really are is gone. You've only stopped, for the time being. I miss you. Simple words can't say much more.