Everett Jeff "Papa" Hunt died this morning around 1am of terminal cancer.
Papa was larger than life. In a world of flickering candles he was a torch, calling others to his light like moths to a beacon.
He died as few men can--with no regrets. He had done all and seen all that he wanted to, being the sort of man who lived life fiercely, as though life were a bone that had to be cracked to get at the sweet marrow inside.
With his passing we lost all his memories, his stories, and an untold wealth of experience. I doubt that I shall see his like again in this world, and this world has become a much poorer place for his absence in it.