I hope all here are well.
Yeah, I know I wrote "more" and never did. Every time I tried to form a post in my head for the past three years, I realized that ahhaha left us the greatest collection of writing and anything I wrote about him and his life would be a sad second.
Today is his birthday and just a few days past the anniversary of his death. I miss him every day. I learned so much from him and still, to this day, re-reading things he wrote both publicly and privately I learn new stuff that I wasn't knowledgeable enough to get the first time around.
Shortly before he got sick I got involved a little bit into crypto-currency speculation. He asked me to set up a fund and run it for the both of us. He was doing me a big favor. We both put in equal amounts of cash, I learned everything I could and for the most part it was a serious pain in the butt because it wasn't easy to get fiat into crypto in the early days and talk about volatility!
I invested the funds in an alt currency that he liked and then didn't like in classic ahhaha fashion. I felt BTC had way too much noise (I had serious doubts about my bonehead move into the alt for a very long time but I held it anyway).
At the point where he knew he was going to die shortly, he wanted me to sell his share, at a loss. He knew he wasn't going to live long enough to see a gain and he needed to get his assets in cash to give to his only remaining relatives, his brother and his brother's wife.
In classic Grace fashion, I didn't sell his share. I just wrote his brother a check for an amount equal to selling the position that day. I even had to borrow the cash to buy him out.
For three years I just put the investment in a dusty drawer in the back of my head and focused my energy on real life, my job, my heath. His getting sick set me off on a search for what was the best possible way to live, a study of diet and lifestyle changes I could make to avoid the biggest health pitfalls. Ahhaha was the cleanest living guy I have ever known. He was adamant about exercise and healthy eating, he had a meditation practice that most monks could only aspire to. It blew my mind that he got cancer. I thought, what possible hope is there for someone like me if HE died that way?
I ignored his and my little crypto fund until the events of the past few months made it impossible to ignore.
When we owned it together he asked me to set up some sort of reporting to monitor performance and I did an Excel sheet. I remember being embarrassed to send him my report not because we were losing on the investment but because I'm so bad with Excel. To watch ahhaha in Excel was to watch a true master. I would frequently have to ask him, "Please, do that again but slow it down so I can get what you are doing." His famous program, Monster, is written in old Excel command language. I can still hear him laughing when I'd ask him to slow it down. He was full tilt at everything. During visits with him I spent all my energy just trying my damnedest to keep up with him.
Looking down at the bottom of my crudely crafted Excel sheet, the one I put together and sent to him regularly as a report of our performance, I see an unrealized gain of 1234.88% as of the last update today. I see this as the last of a long list of "gifts" from ahhaha.
It makes me especially sad he isn't here to see that our little spec finally worked out.... well....spectacularly. |
