Brennan Lee Mulligan Instagram – This past week we said goodbye to Tigre Mashaal-Lively. It feels woefully inadequate to try and capture with words Tigre’s uncapturable spirit. They were explosively joyful, unyieldingly playful, yet when they were listening to you, they were as calm and comforting as a starry sky. They had a heart bigger than the world. Their birthday punches (camp tradition, punches lovingly administered to the arm on one’s birthday) were the stuff of legends: their knuckles seemed to pass through muscle like vapor, to land instead with thunderous intensity on the bone itself. They created worlds out of foam and fabric, paper, steel and wood. Their work still hangs in the Wayfinder office, rests on its shelves, waiting with each new summer to spring into the forests and bring the magical to the mundane yet again. How many campers had their journeys to realms of myth and legend sped on by the incredible artistry of our friend? Every community Tigre touched, from Wayfinder to Burning Man, they transported and transformed. They taught me and so many of my loved ones how to play without reserve, dance without apology, love without self-doubt, and to be wholly and truly oneself.   I can think of no better example than Tigre of how often deep insight into the human experience is accompanied by silliness, playfulness and a deep love of the absurd. I can’t describe how powerfully loving and protective their energy was, and yet how they were only ever a *moment* away from wrestling you to the ground and sitting on your head, often to uproarious applause and laughter. A perfect person.   Tigre, I’ve been trying to write the words that would let me hold onto you, like if I could turn the phrase correctly then maybe some essential part of you would still be here: That if I could describe you exactly as you were, then maybe you’re not really gone, right? I don’t know how to reconcile that desire to hold on with the knowledge that you were beyond description, that you contained more love and joy and wisdom than anyone could ever hope to record. So at the end of the day, I think my biggest, truest feeling is simply this: I really, really miss you, and I wish you were still here.