Triste noticia, no tuve la oportunidad de conocer al comuno pero le envio un abrazo hasta donde nos este leyendo.
Se me viene a la mente parte de un poema de John Donne:
"No man is an iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee...."