For 35 years he was he was there for me. Cruising around with friends as teenagers. The suicide of my first love. A miscarriage. Marriage and divorce. Depths of depression. At the clubs, dancing all my cares away. In every car ride. He taught me about fashion. He was the kind of man I wanted in my own life. He was always in my hair. And my head. And my heart. He was with me all those years and never knew it. I loved him, and his music made me feel like he loved me too. I miss him so much.