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When I began my Ph.D. program eleven years ago, I was insecure and scared almost every day (imposter syndrome is real). When I would run into literary giants in the hallway, I would shrink even smaller. But, every single time I passed Randall Kenan he would look at me, smile warmly, and ask how I was doing. I don’t even think he knew who I was, but he always made me feel better. He made me feel seen and that everything was going to be ok. I hardly knew him at all, but he always had a profound effect on my wellbeing. He had the type of goodness that radiated right through you. I can’t even explain it, but I’m sure those who knew him can understand. I am overwhelmingly sad to hear about his death, and I am sharing his face with you today in the event that you may be able to feel his energy, too. This is a colossal loss for UNC and all who knew him, and I’m sending everybody who did all of my love, which can only pale in comparison to that which he gave to this world.