The Artist My son was an artist. How could someone born in 1989 develop such an appreciation, no…actually an intense love of the music of my youth? The Beatles, Bob Dylan, Simon and Garfunkel, Led Zeppelin, the list goes on. Griffin had the heart, mind and the spirit of the artist. He understood the passion behind the lyrics, the intense emotion behind the chords and he lived his life trying to experience everything perceptible, high and low. From somewhere deep inside him came the drive that caused him to push every moment to the maximum. Food, yea man he truly loved food. His creative juices would flow as he began to imagine his next gastronomic invention. He savored every flavor, appreciated each different texture, experimented with as many combinations of items as his unlimited brainstorming would provide. He enjoyed the pondering and speculation maybe as much as the actual creation. But nothing could exceed his enjoyment of consuming his tasty creation. I had the pleasure of participating with him in this pleasure just this past Saturday as he constructed a pizza. It was astounding, divine in fact. Passion, Love, Beauty and Music defined him. He could spot the wonder in the simplest of events. He saw with a different eye than the rest of us and he was constantly troubled that we couldn’t understand his view. He brought the passion of his perception, his feelings into each person he touched. I am sure that anyone who knew him will tell you that they can feel his presence yet today and I am certain that when you look long enough will see him in the world around you. Griffin was a creative spirit, but he was stuck within the confines of his earthly body. He sought the freedom to soar, to expand to imagine and create. He wouldn’t accept conventional restraints; he wanted to move beyond the physical, like all artists, all creators. I know that he struggled to find an outlet in such a world as ours as it is dominated by physics, the laws that contain and restrain our universe. I believe he now has found his creative outlet. I believe he will continue to provide passionate, creative, moving, loving art, thoughts and ideas to all of us. I can hear and feel him working within my spirit now as I pen this. I am certain that you will feel him visit you soon as well. I expect that he will continue to reach out to us all for the rest of our lives’. Griffin’s Father