A Saturday in July

One of the best guys I ever knew: #hillwood

I was really looking forward to seeing Jeff that Saturday night at Fred’s party. I hadn’t seen him in a while, but we stayed in touch.

Last week I signed a new account near Jackson: “I’ll check in with… I need to talk to you. I want to celebrate. I need your advice about a tech issue. I need to hear your contagious laughter.”

I remember talking with Vicki at Woodlawn. She started to tremble, trying to tell me…I stopped her. “Try to just get thru this part of the day. You are allowed to fall apart later.” I didn’t plan on that conversation. The words just came flying out of my mouth. I gave her my business card and a hug. I should have asked for her number in case she didn’t call me. Maybe she needed to fall apart right then and there? Who was I to say?

She didn’t reach out. Surely it couldn’t get any worse…find her. A personal issue distracted me. Before I knew it, another world quietly collapsed. I didn’t even know she was right down the street from me.

I still feel pain and loss. I can’t imagine how much amplification of that emotion feels like on the other end. Thanks for sharing. It’s important.