I can’t begin to imagine what Freddie had been going through in the last couple years of his life, and the books that can offer readers a glimpse surely just barely scratch the surface. But this picture is an example of what I think of most: Despite everything that he had been dealing with, he just kept going. I admire the hell out of that.
Only a small handful of people had the privilege of getting to know what Freddie was really like. Only a small handful of people will ever really know just how much he really means to me.