Just wrote a blog post tribute to a friend who passed early this morning. Posted it - then discovered somehow the text disappeared. Not sure if that is a sign to change my topic or just a need to rewrite.
I'm going to rewrite. Because I want to honor him, in my small way.
Todd and I weren't close. I referred to him in the first draft as a business acquaintance. Knew each other mostly because he was a manager at the restaurant next to the gallery. We'd speak in small doses, in between other things. My favorite times were when he would come in in the middle of a tiring shift, and just sit in the blue rocking chair for a short break. I knew he had cancer, and was undergoing treatment, but somehow always thought he would be back.
We'd share a laugh or two or three. Talked of making a trip to Ptown together "someday." He confessed to sitting in the blue chair sometimes even when I wasn't there, which was just fine with me. He told me he read bits and pieces of Painting Lily, though never the whole thing. Read enough to know about the cherry lifesavers, and left a roll on my desk one time. Little fun things. That's what we shared. Not so much the serious stuff.
I will miss you, Todd. Your laughter. Your unique sense of humor. And your AMAZING voice that would sing from the other side of the wall, not knowing I was listening. Gone far, far too soon.
Thoughts, dreams, questions.