remember that night in the canyon? Remember shop night? My old house?
I knew him well, in that relative sense that we spent time together rather infrequently, but they were some of the most honest moments of our lives.
He was a tall, slender fellow, black hair cut in that somewhat scene fashion, always with an awkward grin and a hug with each greeting. His sense of humor was sometimes hard to grasp, but perfectly on key once you realized the irony in his statements.
We spent nights talking about everything in the world by campfire, at Tay's house, in the shop, in my truck, the list goes on. You couldn't really ask for a better non-judgmental person to discuss the world with. We would have taken on the world, if given the right motivation.
Unfortunantly, we lay him to rest this friday. He died at 20, of a drug overdose.
I feel a sting of guilt everytime I think about it, ultimately because I feel I could have challenged him to seek sobriety a little harder. We'd all like to think about the 'what if's', but that's what you get for surviving.
The means or methods aren't important, just the fact of the matter.
Either way, we've all lost a brilliant, loving kid this week.
Rest well, Joe. I'll see you again eventually.
He was a tall, slender fellow, black hair cut in that somewhat scene fashion, always with an awkward grin and a hug with each greeting. His sense of humor was sometimes hard to grasp, but perfectly on key once you realized the irony in his statements.
We spent nights talking about everything in the world by campfire, at Tay's house, in the shop, in my truck, the list goes on. You couldn't really ask for a better non-judgmental person to discuss the world with. We would have taken on the world, if given the right motivation.
Unfortunantly, we lay him to rest this friday. He died at 20, of a drug overdose.
I feel a sting of guilt everytime I think about it, ultimately because I feel I could have challenged him to seek sobriety a little harder. We'd all like to think about the 'what if's', but that's what you get for surviving.
The means or methods aren't important, just the fact of the matter.
Either way, we've all lost a brilliant, loving kid this week.
Rest well, Joe. I'll see you again eventually.