Obituary for Yuriy Hrybok, by Vlad Hrybok.
What a human he was.
He was singularly the warmest person I ever met. I am most thankful to him for setting the example, for defining the norm by just being himself: the baseline where you forgive others more than yourself and where patience with others is an effort worth taking on. He was never to intrude, with nearly zero selfishness, with an incredible sense of boundaries, with not a shred of cynicism, with not a hint of manipulativeness. And with a smile: either smiling at a joke even if it was about him, or because he saw someone he cherished. A few days before he’s passed, I brought a phone with my wife greeting him over the remote chat. His smile was so sincere and so clear that he was delighted to see her. Barely conscious, he was still most happy when he saw people he loved, that love and appreciation emanating through the thick of the illness. He always treated new people in his life with respect and the assumption of good faith.
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