I just found out my friend Magnus in Atlanta passed away in late June. I’m heartbroken. I’m grateful I got to visit with him when I was back there in May for the Midnight Oil show.  I’d texted once him in July and once again in August and assumed he was just too busy being fabulous to text me back. He was only 50.

Magnus was a bright, shiny spot in my life.  We would lose touch and then easily reconnect. I’m a much better person for having had him as my friend.  Magnus, you remain the friendliest, nattiest, kindest, and most awesome friend ever. I will miss your generosity, your tittering laugh, our gossip sessions about the Real Housewives, our political discussions and your knack for making me laugh all the time. Your smile was infectious.

Again, I’m heartbroken.