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Today marks the second anniversary of friend Terry's death by his own hand. It seems like forever ago, but only just yesterday all at once, if that makes any sense.
Terry was one of the first handful of friends I made on Livejournal back in '02. He never failed to amuse with his crass and wacky posts, nor did he ever fail to make me think when he posted more cerebral things. He was a good friend, helping me through some pretty tough times over the years with at least a few kind words of encouragement and understanding whenever they were needed. Hell, a few days before he left us he created and posted a wonderful photo tribute of my Diva kitty to Cats of Google + and to his livejournal feed in attempts to comfort J and I in our mourning. That still means the world to me...
I'm still angry with him that he chose to do what he did to make his earthly exit, though I fully understand what drove him to it and grudgingly accept those reasons. Mostly, I just miss my good friend; I still find myself searching my friends' feed for his wacky and irreverent posts, even though I know they're gone forever save for the archives of old. I go to his journal archives from time to time, to get a good laugh from the funny stuff he used to post.
I know he was largely an Athiest and didn't believe in any of that afterlife stuff, but since I do and I have an inkling that his good heart/soul is swimming Out There Somewhere, I have to say a few words to him...
Terry, I miss you so much, friend. You should still be here, posting your wacky shit every day or so, going about your life and just "being". But you're not. I really hope you're heart/soul has found the peace in the next part of its Journey that it couldn't find while you were here on this Earth. You deserve at least that, man. You are/were One of the Good Ones. Always know that. I love you, man...
Terry was one of the first handful of friends I made on Livejournal back in '02. He never failed to amuse with his crass and wacky posts, nor did he ever fail to make me think when he posted more cerebral things. He was a good friend, helping me through some pretty tough times over the years with at least a few kind words of encouragement and understanding whenever they were needed. Hell, a few days before he left us he created and posted a wonderful photo tribute of my Diva kitty to Cats of Google + and to his livejournal feed in attempts to comfort J and I in our mourning. That still means the world to me...
I'm still angry with him that he chose to do what he did to make his earthly exit, though I fully understand what drove him to it and grudgingly accept those reasons. Mostly, I just miss my good friend; I still find myself searching my friends' feed for his wacky and irreverent posts, even though I know they're gone forever save for the archives of old. I go to his journal archives from time to time, to get a good laugh from the funny stuff he used to post.
I know he was largely an Athiest and didn't believe in any of that afterlife stuff, but since I do and I have an inkling that his good heart/soul is swimming Out There Somewhere, I have to say a few words to him...
Terry, I miss you so much, friend. You should still be here, posting your wacky shit every day or so, going about your life and just "being". But you're not. I really hope you're heart/soul has found the peace in the next part of its Journey that it couldn't find while you were here on this Earth. You deserve at least that, man. You are/were One of the Good Ones. Always know that. I love you, man...
