In memorial...
I got back into town Friday night, checked my e-mail and saw the message inviting the community to a memorial service for Josh Westhaver. A picture came into my head of the smiling guy I'd seen at light hangs and the Village Building Convergence, but I thought to myself, "no, it can't be him, he's too young" and after reading a little more of the e-mail I had almost convinced myself that it must have been one of the older guys at PCS...
Not that that would have been better, but I don't know a lot of them.
Then I did a bit of traipsing across the internet and found the documentary of he and his cat Lady.
Sadly, there was then no doubt that the Josh I'd worked with too few times was indeed the deceased.
I just got back from his memorial at PCS. Odd to see so many people I knew, despite my brief time in Portland, and odd that tour got me back in time to listen to all the wonderful stories and memories from those who knew him much longer and deeper than I did. I'm incredibly curious about his performance as a cow in a show now...
We'd see each other at electrics hangs here and there, talked at this year's Village Building Convergence about instilling green practices in theatre and green roof building. As many said this evening, he had an infectious smile.
Walking back from the bus I chanted, asking the Crone shining low in the sky to envelope him gently and to be generous to him in his next life. He deserves it. Then I started singing "This Little Light of Mine..." It feels appropriate since I witnessed so many people this evening keeping his light alive in their hearts.
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.... Rest in peace.
Not that that would have been better, but I don't know a lot of them.
Then I did a bit of traipsing across the internet and found the documentary of he and his cat Lady.
Sadly, there was then no doubt that the Josh I'd worked with too few times was indeed the deceased.
I just got back from his memorial at PCS. Odd to see so many people I knew, despite my brief time in Portland, and odd that tour got me back in time to listen to all the wonderful stories and memories from those who knew him much longer and deeper than I did. I'm incredibly curious about his performance as a cow in a show now...
We'd see each other at electrics hangs here and there, talked at this year's Village Building Convergence about instilling green practices in theatre and green roof building. As many said this evening, he had an infectious smile.
Walking back from the bus I chanted, asking the Crone shining low in the sky to envelope him gently and to be generous to him in his next life. He deserves it. Then I started singing "This Little Light of Mine..." It feels appropriate since I witnessed so many people this evening keeping his light alive in their hearts.
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.... Rest in peace.