I am not alright. I said I was struggling this month and today I am not
OK. Today they buried my friend
Jay. Sometimes I call him Okie Jay, or
BJ, to differentiate from Texas Jay, or the Jay that was my roommate at OBU.
I knew this crazy dude for 20 years, then he went and ended
his own life a week ago, and I am not even close to being alright.
Once again I find myself explaining that of course there are people who
are probably mourning him more that I am, his parents, his son, his family, his
former loves. By all accounts tonight
his best friend was in pretty bad shape.
However, while all that is true, I am not OK with him being gone.
He once called me his mentor and said I taught him
everything he knew about sales. That is
flattering because that boy could sell a hairbrush to a bald man and had a personality
that could fill a room. Have you any
idea how hard it is to say goodbye to that?
Some people at the Remembrance and at the after party were
angry with him, and some people are looking for someone to blame, or trying to
find an explanation why. I think
everyone was thinking if he had just called… So many people loved him, and this
is unbearable.
So what is my big holiday take away? How do I make this merry? I don’t.
There is this quote from The Little Prince that I
like
And there is this, that I got from Texas Jay.
I will miss my friend, and I will never forget him.
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| Denver 2011 |
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