It is with great sadness that I learn and must convey that our frequent visitor and participant Sal Buttaci has died. We use many euphemisms to somehow soften the impact. We say someone has passed, or that is in the arms of the Lord, or is no longer among us, or has transitioned. But the truth is harsh: Salvatore Butacci is dead.
Those of you who have followed us since the beginning almost 10 years ago must certainly share my opinion of what a decent human being was Sal. Everything he submitted to us was up-beat, and kind-hearted, as was the man himself. Several months ago I asked him if he would please contribute a story to the contest we have just concluded, and though he was in extreme physical discomfort he granted my wish. He felt he was a part of this writing community and did not want to let anyone down. The final story that he submitted is certainly in character: loving, innocent, and hopeful, and I have included a link. Freud said immortality is being loved by many anonymous people. I hope that is true, for surely, then, Sal is immortal.