This is my most private of Blogs as I only have three people friended. As such, I feel I can write this blog and have it be semi private without the curse of people who knew him as well. Here it goes...
A friend of mine died this morning. Was killed, to be more accurate. He was hit by a car on the East Beltline at about 6:30am and apparently was thrown 30ft from the point of impact before landing and dying instantly. I found out on livejournal. What adds to my sadness of knowing that a friend of mine has passed is that without those two posts I never would have found out.
His name was Jacob. I met him two years ago after my split with Jim. Jacob was friendly and when he smiled his dimples shown bright. He did not have a car (didn't believe in it) was pretty much a drifter in the job market as he popped from one place to the next. For awhile he worked in the mall with me and we would car pool. We went on a few dates. He met my parents and ate my mothers beef stew. We fell out of touch for a few months but nothing between us was ever on bad terms. I always felt happy around him and, despite the fact that a relationship between us never would have lasted long, I loved being around him.
What I remember most about Jacob is how we met. Not his looks or personality but the situation. It was my friend Allison's 21st birthday and the last bar we stopped at was Mulligans. The five of us sat down at one of the tall tables by the wall and in the dim light off to my right I could see a group of guys pointing at us. A man from this group got up and walked over to me, asking if he could ask me something. I said yes, and he promptly licked my ear. He said, "Thank You," and walked back to his table. Now, it just so happened that my friend Aaron was at this table and he walked over to me and explained that they were playing a drinking game, and to not take offense or be upset. On the contrary I thought it was quite amusing and gave them a smile and wave. A few moments later the lights went up and looking at the booth wall I saw a man looking at me smiling. He walked over and said he saw what happened and was surprised by my reaction. We chatted for a bit and on a whim he asked for my phone number, introducing himself as Jacob. On a whim I gave it to him.
I saw him a few weeks ago. Try as I might I cannot remember where, or what we talked about. I just remember him smiling and telling me to call him soon. Maybe it was in Fossil. I don't know. I never called him. I should have.
As such, I find myself sitting here silently crying for a man I should have got to know better. His passing is a terrible reminder that I'll never be able to.
A friend of mine died this morning. Was killed, to be more accurate. He was hit by a car on the East Beltline at about 6:30am and apparently was thrown 30ft from the point of impact before landing and dying instantly. I found out on livejournal. What adds to my sadness of knowing that a friend of mine has passed is that without those two posts I never would have found out.
His name was Jacob. I met him two years ago after my split with Jim. Jacob was friendly and when he smiled his dimples shown bright. He did not have a car (didn't believe in it) was pretty much a drifter in the job market as he popped from one place to the next. For awhile he worked in the mall with me and we would car pool. We went on a few dates. He met my parents and ate my mothers beef stew. We fell out of touch for a few months but nothing between us was ever on bad terms. I always felt happy around him and, despite the fact that a relationship between us never would have lasted long, I loved being around him.
What I remember most about Jacob is how we met. Not his looks or personality but the situation. It was my friend Allison's 21st birthday and the last bar we stopped at was Mulligans. The five of us sat down at one of the tall tables by the wall and in the dim light off to my right I could see a group of guys pointing at us. A man from this group got up and walked over to me, asking if he could ask me something. I said yes, and he promptly licked my ear. He said, "Thank You," and walked back to his table. Now, it just so happened that my friend Aaron was at this table and he walked over to me and explained that they were playing a drinking game, and to not take offense or be upset. On the contrary I thought it was quite amusing and gave them a smile and wave. A few moments later the lights went up and looking at the booth wall I saw a man looking at me smiling. He walked over and said he saw what happened and was surprised by my reaction. We chatted for a bit and on a whim he asked for my phone number, introducing himself as Jacob. On a whim I gave it to him.
I saw him a few weeks ago. Try as I might I cannot remember where, or what we talked about. I just remember him smiling and telling me to call him soon. Maybe it was in Fossil. I don't know. I never called him. I should have.
As such, I find myself sitting here silently crying for a man I should have got to know better. His passing is a terrible reminder that I'll never be able to.
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