Today marks the one year anniversary of Ben Woolf’s death. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about him: holding hands as we walked, pretending those “hey shorty” cat-calls were for me, getting blitzed off bread pudding… Which is why, on this day, I want you all to know how much I cherish you. I know, I know; I only actually know of fraction of people reading this! But I love you random, horror fans too! The fact is Ben (and Rose Siggins, and Tracey Collins, and Alexandra Barnes– all friends I lost last year) taught us that life’s too short not to truly value each other and our time together. Because we just never know when that will run out.