I Miss Jeff
I know. Lots of people miss Jeff. I don't want to make it a competition, but frankly? You've got your own problems. Jeff was the friend I never had to measure up to. The guy that carried me home that afternoon, right through my parents dinner party, passed out and covered in vomit, and he never allowed a question.And none was asked.
We're well beyond the point where Jeff taught me things, indeed, I plumbed the depths that life can offer well beyond any glimpse of the void he ever danced over. But it was the embrace, the knowledge that even though I didn't have the style or the dance, I was welcome in his world.
He always found a way to bring the best out of me, and we found the same kind of ridiculous funny.
It's sad I don't have shit for photos. It just never seemed important. The story was open-ended, y'know? It didn't need to be documented because it was endless, and part of our lives. Well, lesson learned. And please don't be offended if I point my camera in your face. You cannot be allowed to escape from my life that easily. I don't have an easy way with eternity, and I don't know how to negotiate the details.
I've lost something I can't replace. And you can't tell me it's ok...
posted by mikey @ 7:20 PM
2 Comments:
WOuldn't dream of telling you it's okay. It isn't, it sucks.
What I will tell you is, life goes on. Whether we want it to or not, life goes on.
Take care of yourself.
I don`t know you, and I just stumbled over your post. It is so touching. Thanks for sharing it.
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