I remember the song.
I remember his release.
I remember the election.
I will remember what I was doing when I heard Nelson Mandela died.
I wish it had been something profound, or something big and fierce, like saving the world, or at the very least changing it in a significant way.

But I was taking photos of Harley because I was stressed out and hanging out with her relaxes me.

“I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.”

Rest in peace, you wonderfully brave and beautiful man.