I shouldn’t say your name. The news is fresh and your family members are finding out now, just like I did.
We met four years ago via a mutual pal, but bonded immediately over a shared love of music, and a similar empathy for the downtrodden. You were wearing your trademark Captain America T-shirt. At least, to me it was your trademark. How impressed I was with your history in music journalism. Interviewing the stars, seeing your name in print. You invited us to your wedding. It was actually the last wedding I attended before this Covid stuff put the brakes on everything.
Last year about this time I was hitting a wall. Stress was taking a serious toll. You offered to go out for a coffee to talk and I said “sure”. But part of my depression is staying in, and blowing off social engagements, so I cancelled and said “We’ll do it another time.” Covid happened and we never did.
You treated Jen well. When she needed a ride for an appointment, you took care of it. Anybody who takes good care of my Jen is a good person in my books.
A week ago or so, after a period of serious physical pain, they finally diagnosed you with cancer. You were admitted to the hospital and you never came out. I can’t believe how quickly this happened. A few weeks ago you were active, full of fire. The only thing you hated almost as much as cancer was Donald Trump. At least you lived long enough to see him defeated. I hope you took some comfort in that. Man, you hated Trump! To me it was one of your most defining and amusing traits. You always had a great meme locked and loaded!
Man, you made me laugh.
Perhaps the only thing you really cared about as much as your own family were “the needs of the many”. It’s appropriate that I always think of you in that Captain America shirt. You were always ready to fight for those who didn’t have the fortune that we have. You were a good man. You will be fondly remembered by Jen and I, and missed terribly by your loved ones.
You really were a good man. I can’t believe you’re gone. I remember that day in early 2020, I messaged you and wrote, “I’m not feeling up to it, can we get a coffee another night? In a couple weeks maybe?”
“Sure, no problem,” you answered. I imagined your understanding smile.
The coffee that was delayed by me first, was then cancelled by Covid. “We’ll have you guys over to the house when this is all over,” you told me.
Life can change in an instant.
Rest in peace, my friend. I’m grateful you let Jen and I into your lives and I’m sad that the things we talked about doing will never happen.