“There will be no one like us when we are gone, but then there is no one like anyone else, ever,” Sacks wrote in a New York Times op-ed in 2015. “When people die, they cannot be replaced. They leave holes that cannot be filled, for it is the fate—the genetic and neural fate—of every human being to be a unique individual, to find his own path, to live his own life, to die his own death.”
Tomorrow is a year one whole year since you’ve been gone. I miss you every single day.