Thursday, October 29, 2009
I just received word (email) that an old friend passed away from liver cancer. I knew him years ago (30-ish years ago to be exact) and while we weren't exactly BF/GF, we were more than just friends. He was recuperating from a bad relationship, I was in grad school, he worked with a friend of mine, and, well, we spent a summer hanging out and exchanging kisses. And sailing. And cooking chocolate cheesecake, or Grand Marnier souffle. Movies, long walks, talks, all that.
At any rate - he moved on and got married. I joined the Peace Corps. Our paths crossed periodically, but I hadn't seen him in years - got updates from friends, that was about it.
So it feels strange to feel so sad that he's gone. He was one of those funny crazy vibrant people you meet every now and again, when you just connect and know that you've always known this person, in a deja vu kind of way. Whether because there's just a connection, or because we had a previous life together, or because our brains just work that way, sometimes there's someone you're just in sync with - and he was one of those people.
I'm sad he's gone. I'm sad for his wife. I'm sad for the world. I'm sad for his family, whom I had met that summer. And I'm sad for him, that he's gone - he was in his late 50s, which doesn't seem that old any more. He was someone who loved life, who lived life to the fullest, living in each moment.
Goodbye, AJF - aka The Wart. I'm sad to see you go.