A little over a week ago, I got a message that my longest childhood friend had a seizure and went into cardiac arrest. Last Saturday morning I got the news that he was not going to recover and he passed away. I was devastated. I still am. I am struggling so hard with the grief.
Over the years we’d find each other and stay in touch then we’d drift apart. It only took a quick catch up for us to pick up where we left off and keep right on rolling with life. The last text I got from him read, “thinking about you.” He didn’t have children, but I shared our adoption story about Olivia and he was excited about exploring that option to build their family. That will never happen. I haven’t seen him since we were in our early 20s and he showed me all over Texas. We found a bar just across the border that took travelers checks and we drank Corona out of faded bottles and terra cotta glasses. That was definitely one of the best trips of my life and the memories are as vivid as if it happened yesterday. I’ve never met his wife, but she has been kind enough to keep me up to date with what was going on and she was gracious enough to accept our special friendship. I’ll meet her for the first time when I travel to Houston for the celebration of his life instead of the plans he and I started making for next year.
He touched my heart and my soul so deeply. He was heavy metal and I’m more of a country and 80s girly-girl. He was a drummer at heart and I can’t keep a beat. I believe we were soul mates (of the best friend type; not the marrying type) and, no matter what direction our lives carried us, we always found our way back to each other when we needed it.
This week was one of “those” weeks that I would normally lay my trials and struggles on his shoulders and he would encourage me and talk me through them until I was calm again. So many times I picked up my phone to call him, but I couldn’t. I long to hear, “Hey, girl… It’s JT” one more time. I only hope he knew just how important he was to me and that I cared for him so deeply.
It’s not fair that he lost his life at the young age of 38. It’s not fair his wife of a few years is a widow. It’s not fair his mother lost her son just a few short weeks after losing her mother. I know God has a plan for his short time on this Earth, but I’m struggling with it. He had so much love and kindness to offer and was never less than kind, loving and caring to me. It’s just not fair.
I haven’t had to shoulder this alone. My friends have rallied around me with kind words and support this past week and I’m so grateful. One of them told me, “big grieving is an indication of big love.” It was a huge love and a huge loss.
This picture is from the bar in Mexic0… JT and I are in the middle. We had no idea who the others were… we met them there and had a blast.