Melt in the wind
(Warning: not the most uplifting post)
A guy I knew was found dead yesterday. I worked with him when I first moved to santa fe. And we spent many evenings drinking together, running into each other at bars, etc. He was one of those guys that everyone seemed to know. His brother found him. He died alone, on his couch. He was, by far, one of the loneliest people I have ever known.
Things to remember, so as not to forget:
• He had a great laugh, a memorable laugh. He laughed loudly and awkwardly.
• He referred to every girl as “Baby,” but somehow it was always endearing.
• He talked endlessly. He had stories to tell and always wanted to draw laughter out of everyone.
• He laughed with you at his own stories.
• He wrote poetry. I never got to read any.
• He was thoughtful. Considerate. Insecure with beautiful women.
• He sat next to me at the first strip club I ever went to. He talked in my ear and we laughed together.
• He was always talking.
For what is it to die,
But to stand in the sun and melt into the wind?
~Kahlil Gibran, from “The Prophet”
3 responses so far
The loss of your friend is very sad & I am so sorry. What you wrote is uplifting in a way …. The memories we have of people we once loved & still love although they are gone bring them to life once again. I could almost feel him whispering in my ear. Thank you for sharing the life of your friend with us.
That sucks.
Death is a very sucky thing. I wish we didn’t have to die. I wish Tim Russert didn’t have to die. He was irreplaceable. And to think of Big Russ sitting there, wondering why his son had to leave the world before him. No father or mother should ever have to attend their own child’s funeral.
i’m sorry to hear this
I hope you and your friends are doing alright