I don't know what to say.
Todd Downing. He and I were good friends growing up. Geeks? Hell yes! Todd was crazy talented, he could pick up any artistic implement and play it. Musical, pens, paints, clay, whatever. We'd spend all of our time coming up with ideas to be the next Lucas or Eno or Stan Lee even. We started our own production "company" as kids. It was a miniature media empire. We'd publish comic books, magazines, games, films, and music. We'd find any way to make these things then show 'em or try to even sell them to whoever we could. We had no idea what we were doing, but we knew we had to do it. Some of the kids we did this stuff with back then went on to Pixar, or ILM, Warner Bros., or Yahoo!
At some point in the early 90's, Todd moved with his high school sweetheart and wife Samantha to Washington state. First to Renton, then to Seattle. He and I sort of grew apart over time. I started the record label and then went to IUMA; he went on to deep dive in the RPG world, working for Microsoft then his own companies. Todd and Sam had two children, Tyler then Kayleigh.
This is the incredibly tragic and almost bizarre part. I may not have all the facts straight but the story is the same. You hear of people that have a run of bad luck, but that doesn't even begin to describe what has happened to Todd and his family in the past 10 months. In April, Samantha lost her battle with a very rare form of cancer. She died at 37. The next month Todd's father, Edmund, fell to another rare cancer of the brain. Then on Christmas Eve, just as they were trying to get their lives together, their house is flooded by a huge sewer break. Sewer = Shit. Half of their house was damaged and they lost tons of memories and valuables. AND THEN... four days ago, on Valentines Day, Todd's house catches on fire and guts the place. They lost everything. Everything. Thankfully the kids were in school and Todd got two of the three pets out. Punky the cat didn't make it. Think about that for a second. No clothes, no computers, no food, no CDs, DVDs, books, toys, furniture, photos, paintings on newsprint from your preschooler... everything you saved for one reason or another... gone, nothing left.
It makes you wonder. How can so many freakishly wrong things happen to one family in such a short period of time? It doesn't seem random, but it's impossible to believe that someone or something planned this. Yes people die, yes houses flood, and they even catch on fire. But does it all have to happen all at once? And does it have to happen in such a way to seriously fuck up the outlook of two innocent kids? How can they feel safe?
It's not right.
Todd writes one of the most honest and often heartbreaking blogs called Rhymes With Drowning... the title says it all. Please visit it and pay your respects to a hell of a guy who's been through his own personal war. No one deserves this to happen to them, especially my friend with the wild imagination and limitless creativity. I hope his spirit hasn't been crushed because I think he's been put here to do something wonderful... maybe, for some reason, someones telling him that he better get to it.