I found out yesterday that Mustafa passed away recently. I wrote about Mustafa on this platform. For some reason that post resonated with a lot of people. Maybe it was easy to write about this wonderful person I met over 15 years ago.
A part of me was afraid to reach out to him cause I suspected that he wasn't alive. He was closing on 70+ and I knew he had some medical conditions. But now I know he is gone and I feel so sad that I didn't get to say goodbye. His wife told me some of the details and I sobbed as I listen to her.
Unfortunately, he passed away in another country. So a lot of people that knew him aren't aware of his passing. If like me, they googled his name, there is no information available.
I know that there are many people that loved and respected him. Not everyone had an opportunity to get as close to him as I did. I was lucky that the cell number I had for him still worked otherwise I would have never know what happened.
Now that I know he is not alive, I want to write a long post about him on Medium, along with a picture. After getting the permission of his family... something like an eulogy I would have given if I were at his funeral. I feel like I owe that to him. And I feel like I need it for myself as well.
A part of me was afraid to reach out to him cause I suspected that he wasn't alive. He was closing on 70+ and I knew he had some medical conditions. But now I know he is gone and I feel so sad that I didn't get to say goodbye. His wife told me some of the details and I sobbed as I listen to her.
Unfortunately, he passed away in another country. So a lot of people that knew him aren't aware of his passing. If like me, they googled his name, there is no information available.
I know that there are many people that loved and respected him. Not everyone had an opportunity to get as close to him as I did. I was lucky that the cell number I had for him still worked otherwise I would have never know what happened.
Now that I know he is not alive, I want to write a long post about him on Medium, along with a picture. After getting the permission of his family... something like an eulogy I would have given if I were at his funeral. I feel like I owe that to him. And I feel like I need it for myself as well.