Just reading this all now, was avoiding the forum on purpose for my own psychological issues. My Josh story is pretty meaningless given all the notes here, but it's from the first, maybe only?, Board Xmas holiday way back when, 2002 maybe?
We had a white elephant type swap and he showed up very late to the game with a couple of punk collections. There wasn't anything for him -- and he didn't care -- but he made sure someone got the CD's he brought. Pretty sure i got one. Should dig that out. Other than shaking his land, learning his name, and realizing he wasn't at all what I thought, there was little else I pulled from that occasion. Yet, after that he always nodded at me, even years later. He surely forgot who i was, but I'm sure he had an amazing memory of faces. Or maybe I just want to feel like he remembered my face.
It's been hard trying to explain this loss to my wife, who certainly knew who he was, but didn't understand his presence. I'm glad this thread exists.