My old chum, Jeremy, aka "Poor Mad Felix" went off the radar about 5 weeks ago. This happens from time to time. The thing about mad folk is sometimes they go AWOL. About three weeks ago, his brothers started to search for him. The police became involved. I wracked my brains but could think of nothing in addition to the information they already had which would have helped the search.
This evening I had a call from Jeremy's brother.
Jeremy's body had been recovered from the river Thames on March 7th. It was identified today by his brothers. Some two weeks beforehand someone had reported seeing someone jumping from one of London's bridges, but no body was recovered. It's taken till now to put all the pieces together to provide Jeremy's family with a body, and a name to the cadaver in the Coroner's fridge.
When he was young he was glorious: brilliant, charismatic, athletic, and the guitarist most likely of my generation to have made a musical difference. It went haywire before he turned twenty.
Dear Jeremy, may Vishnu gather you into the world past the circles of the earth, and beyond the cycle of birth and rebirth; and may you repose in the breast of Brahma.