Jason
An old college friend passed this week.
I sent his partner a note to say wow, they’d been each other’s person since we all had a “1” in our ages.
Long before we all had a “5” in front of it.
I didn’t ask her any questions. Not even when I got the funeral arrangements.
When another of our college friends passed — one of MY people — she reached out and was respectful in that same way.
I wasn’t ready to talk. I’m still not.
That’s the thing. We owe NOBODY.
Anyway, I’m sad that there’s no longer a world with Jason in it.
Good looking guy. So sweet. Cat dad. Liberal. Loved his lady, nature, his family and friends.
I mean, even if I didn’t already know him as a great person, I would have guessed that this was a tragic loss.
But knowing them both as I did — and she and I have stayed fairly connected — I know the size of a hole that his absence leaves.
I know she went through some major shit with her job recently. Eventually landed somewhere great.
But I remember thinking, how nice to have a partner who supports you burning your career to the ground to take a stand against injustice there.
So, I liked him extra for letting her be her. Just the way we like her.
Pour one out for Jason tonight, if you can. And his three cats.
Magic will tell you, no one loves you quite like the one who left you.