Woke up to the news that a friend of 14+ or so years passed away yesterday. As is typical at my age, and of friends my age, the passing was sudden, unexpected, and incredibly sad.
Scrolling through the dozens and dozens of social media posts with outpouring support is surreal. I'm glad eulogizing people on social media can at least bring some comfort.
I don't know. He was a singular person. I don't want to see friends pass away. My relationship with death has evolved as I've gotten older. I've accepted that it's part of life.
I've had so many long, interesting conversations with him, except, of course, the last time I spoke with him. I just saw him a few weeks ago, as I was leaving something, I can't remember what. He put his hand on my shoulder and said "you doing alright?". I said yeah and I asked him how he was doing and said I'd see him again soon. I guess not.
Rest easy, Johnny Ro.
Well, I never have much to say when it comes to things like this, since so many others say it better, but I tabbed over to write this because shortly after reading the wall of love and support for this man, with years of past friends and acquaintances I haven't heard from in forever all in the fray. It felt overwhelming.