I like the epitaph. Yeah, that was tough to find out about Ben like that--I didn't hear anything until I came back from the BK warehouse. I definitely miss seeing him. I had a really nasty feeling the last day I saw him at work...he just had that look in his eyes, you know? Red-rimmed and a little vacant. Went home early. Never came back. I find myself thinking about whether I could have done or said anything the last time I saw him to make things turn out differently. Last thing I said was 'take care of yourself, man'. Enough blather from me, though. Here's to someone I wish I could have known better, to someone who was welcoming and accepting when I needed exactly that, and to someone that I'll keep in my thoughts. Thanks Ben.
Well put, adn I consider the same things. Instead, I said "pull it together, you look like shit." Maybe not the best phrasing, but he would not have responded to anything less harsh. Trust me, no one had any control over him.A good guy with no limits is still going to be troubled. Cheers, though, Ben. Miss him a ton.
I kept telling him, "If there's anything I can do for you, please let me know." And he said, "Just keep being nice. That's great." And yet he still had to go. This is the closest death has come to me and it turns out I am not skilled at dealing with it, keep having his face in my head all day like some kind of OCD . . . brrr. I hate this. I hate this so fucking much.
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