None of us knew his illness had taken a turn for the worst until just recently, and as soon as we were notified I went out and bought him a card. I didn't even get a chance to mail it yet, before I got a second email telling us of his passing.
It feels so odd. Walter was the first person I ever met at Goddard, when I went to Discover Goddard Day back in...what was it now, 2010? 2011? He was there representing the BFA program--he sat down with me and another student and answered our questions. I wish I could remember his words now, but regardless, they were enough to draw me to the school.
And as things tend to come full circle, Walter was also my advisor for this final semester. Both the man to welcome me and to usher me on to better things. I'm very saddened by his passing and regret that I won't get to hear him speak at graduation.
It seems selfish now, but I wanted to buy his books and finally get his autograph. But like with so many things, I waited. And now the chance is gone. I don't know when I'll learn to stop waiting. I make the mistake of frequently thinking there will always be more time...
We'll all miss you, Walter. You've been an inspiration to us all.