He was the voice of hope, the voice of truth. Mister N - a hero, Danko, who took his heart out of his chest to light the way for all of us in the impenetrable darkness. He is the king of hope, the king of light that will never go out. Even despite the vile Death peeking over his shoulder and playing him the last melody on the violin. What if he wore irony and humor like armor, and a radiant smile served as his visor? Grief came in waves: high tide - wet eyes, almost hysteria, rejection, bargaining, lack of air, low tide - silence, depression, disbelief, unawareness. This is not an attempt to immortalize anyone, elevate anyone, or become famous. This is not a manifesto, not a cry for help, not a desire to hype. It's just psychotherapy that we all need. I share my pain with you, but to support or argue is your choice.