RIP Tracker K. Brown
I always login, thinking I'm going to write something, and then I end up reading my friends page, and then I run out of time to post.
Tonight, I discovered that a dear friend of mine from way back has passed away from a heart attack. I can feel him here next to me, comforting me in his funny way. I am crying because of the time I have missed being with him, for the projects we talked about that never came to be...he taught me how to play drums. In fact, he was impressed by my sense of timing, unfortunately, problems w/ my wrists made it difficult for me to continue this passion. He learned how to play drums from his father, and he was amazing..one thing we had in common, which bonded us forever, was having been raised Jehovah's Witness. We both went door to door as children, and played drums onstage facing each other, he a giant dark man w/ dreads, and me a short light girl, pounding the drums, reading each other, and just rocking the joint. He was one of 20 people at my wedding on the beach, most of whom were family.
I have so many great memories of him, and the last time we saw each other.....
2003 is the last time I saw Tracker. I moved back to Sac in July '02. I ran into him one night in July '03, I was walking past the Press Club, on my way to G's house, and Tracker was sitting on some steps with a friend of his. They had found out that day that a friend of theirs had died. We were very happy to see each other, it having been since 1995 when I moved away that we had seen each other last. We exchanged numbers and went back to what we were each doing. About 2 weeks later, we hooked up and decided to hangout. We spent the afternoon at the Hardrock Cafe, literally, the only time I've ever been inside the HardRock except to pee. We had excellent conversations, and had a few ideas we talked about working on. We had a few more phone conversations over time, but things in my life changed so drastically even before I was pregnant, that I lost touch with him again. I had heard that G and he had talked a few times, but even G, who I adore w/ a passion, I haven't seen him in almost a year.
I was earlier today thinking about my altar for this year, thinking about Seely. Now I have Tracker to add. I have a photo of him in negative form that I think will be excellent. It's from my wedding, it's of him, in his leather and boots holding my wedding bouquet on the beach. It's quite sweet, and captures his smile.
You are my friend. I love you. Thank you for all you bring to this world.
namaste
Tonight, I discovered that a dear friend of mine from way back has passed away from a heart attack. I can feel him here next to me, comforting me in his funny way. I am crying because of the time I have missed being with him, for the projects we talked about that never came to be...he taught me how to play drums. In fact, he was impressed by my sense of timing, unfortunately, problems w/ my wrists made it difficult for me to continue this passion. He learned how to play drums from his father, and he was amazing..one thing we had in common, which bonded us forever, was having been raised Jehovah's Witness. We both went door to door as children, and played drums onstage facing each other, he a giant dark man w/ dreads, and me a short light girl, pounding the drums, reading each other, and just rocking the joint. He was one of 20 people at my wedding on the beach, most of whom were family.
I have so many great memories of him, and the last time we saw each other.....
2003 is the last time I saw Tracker. I moved back to Sac in July '02. I ran into him one night in July '03, I was walking past the Press Club, on my way to G's house, and Tracker was sitting on some steps with a friend of his. They had found out that day that a friend of theirs had died. We were very happy to see each other, it having been since 1995 when I moved away that we had seen each other last. We exchanged numbers and went back to what we were each doing. About 2 weeks later, we hooked up and decided to hangout. We spent the afternoon at the Hardrock Cafe, literally, the only time I've ever been inside the HardRock except to pee. We had excellent conversations, and had a few ideas we talked about working on. We had a few more phone conversations over time, but things in my life changed so drastically even before I was pregnant, that I lost touch with him again. I had heard that G and he had talked a few times, but even G, who I adore w/ a passion, I haven't seen him in almost a year.
I was earlier today thinking about my altar for this year, thinking about Seely. Now I have Tracker to add. I have a photo of him in negative form that I think will be excellent. It's from my wedding, it's of him, in his leather and boots holding my wedding bouquet on the beach. It's quite sweet, and captures his smile.
You are my friend. I love you. Thank you for all you bring to this world.
namaste