I was so wrapped up in GospelFest, furlough, and kids being on break that I didn't even hear the news. Dwayne McDuffie had died. I wanted to wait to get myself together and post something meaningful. Every thing I want to write seems narcissistic and self-indulgent, like it's all about ME, and what he meant to ME and what I think about him. I know the suddenness of his passing is contributing to it.
But even now I can't find the right words to describe what he was to/for me. Hero. Inspiration. Kindred spirit. All of those, and yet, still seems to not say it enough.
I never met him in person, and we only exchanged a few e-mails, but I felt a strong connection through his work. A connection that ensured me that I could find a place for myself in the world of comics if I choose to work at it and truly seek it out.Others have already either said, written or drawn more profound things to honor Dwayne. So, I'll let his work speak for itself.
My belated, but heartfelt condolences go out to Mr. McDuffie's wife, family, friends and collaborators.
P.S. I know the link is to a Wiki page, but the address to his own site is at the bottom, so you can go there if you want the real...