He was a good friend, but someone I didn’t talk to very often. He was there for me when I was working in “The Valley” to support me, help me with my code, or make me laugh when I wanted to slap some VP, or on occasion, to encourage me. When he was laid off my enthusiasm for the job went with him. Luckily, I was laid off soon after, returning to the job I really love – keep you all in line. After we were laid off, we kept in touch, but life definitely took us in different directions. I returned to the land of fetish, he stayed in the land of code. As with these situations, our talks became less and less frequent and then stopped. I figured he found a new job, or perhaps a new girl. I was certain he was up to something fabulous and we would eventually catch up and exchange stories. Yesterday I decided that it that time and since he wasn’t returning email, I checked some place I knew would have news of him. Instead it said.. in memory of.
Yesterday I found out that a friend of mine died.
February 7th, 2006 · 3 Comments
Tags: Running Amuck
3 responses so far ↓
1 doppelganger // Feb 7, 2006 at 4:06 pm
You know what the saddest part of death is? Realizing how much that person meant to you, and with loss comes the regret of not having been closer.
i’m sorry for your loss.
2 sandra // Feb 10, 2006 at 7:23 pm
There is nowhere you can travel where you escape the pain of life; and when a friend dies, especially one with whom distance between you has grown, the cause of which is unimportant, your only emotion is pain.
There is no going back; what you must do is treasureyour friends and family the more, and remember that person as you remind yourself of the love you have for them, and him…and they, and him, for you.
That is a legacy of sorrow, joy, and life and worth the sharing. Thank you for sharing your pain and your love for him.
Rejoice that you can care. W/we do, too.
3 natasha // Feb 22, 2006 at 11:44 am
This has also made me wonder who else out there I’ve not heard from for this same reason. I have quite a few clients that I adore who I have no way of contacting and no one in their life knows about me. When they don’t call, I usually just assume they have something going on in their personal or financial life that is preventing them from callings. Now I have other things to wonder. In some cases, I’ll never know.
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