Unprecedented Tragedy
(And when I say "unprecedented," I mean for me personally... Just so no one takes offense and reminds me that sad deaths happen all the time.)
Today I received news that broke my heart. One of my best friends passed away a few days ago. We're all just finding out today... He was discovered in his home after friends and family nearby grew concerned about his disappearance.
This was too private for Facebook and way too long for Twitter, so I'm posting it here. I... I don't know. It's just such a senseless tragedy in the truest meaning of the phrase. I wanted to say a few words about him, I guess.
Zach was always a "man after my own heart," as the saying goes. When I met him in 2004, he was swearing at me like a sailor for being the "new girl" at his lunch table. From the grinning profanities to his Zim shirt, I knew right away I liked this guy. We went through a lot together, and more than once we just sat around talking about everything and nothing until the sun started to rise and we realized we'd been talking all night. I could talk to Zach about anything, and as a result, we had so many inside jokes that our conversations would have sounded totally deranged to an outside listener. Even if we went a little while without talking, when we caught up it was never awkward and always like we had spoken the day before.
He was one of few people I know that was the exact same way I am about just bluntly blurting the truth out, no matter the consequences. Life is too short for social dances, and he understood that.
Zach, you were like a brother to me. Except for when you were wearing that Constantine costume.
Today I received news that broke my heart. One of my best friends passed away a few days ago. We're all just finding out today... He was discovered in his home after friends and family nearby grew concerned about his disappearance.
This was too private for Facebook and way too long for Twitter, so I'm posting it here. I... I don't know. It's just such a senseless tragedy in the truest meaning of the phrase. I wanted to say a few words about him, I guess.
Zach was always a "man after my own heart," as the saying goes. When I met him in 2004, he was swearing at me like a sailor for being the "new girl" at his lunch table. From the grinning profanities to his Zim shirt, I knew right away I liked this guy. We went through a lot together, and more than once we just sat around talking about everything and nothing until the sun started to rise and we realized we'd been talking all night. I could talk to Zach about anything, and as a result, we had so many inside jokes that our conversations would have sounded totally deranged to an outside listener. Even if we went a little while without talking, when we caught up it was never awkward and always like we had spoken the day before.
He was one of few people I know that was the exact same way I am about just bluntly blurting the truth out, no matter the consequences. Life is too short for social dances, and he understood that.
Zach, you were like a brother to me. Except for when you were wearing that Constantine costume.