Well yeah…
So many memories are tied to so many things.
American Idol is underway. My close friend/ex roommate Jerome who was a bassist, used to watch it. I always loved music. I’ve played guitar/bass guitar, for most of my life. But. Jerome taught me the importance of studying music. All kinds. Before I lived with him, I wouldn’t have be caught dead listening to a lot of popular music. I was so much of a nonconformist… It was just plain wilful ignorance on my part.
He helped me put on the spacesuit-like tux I had to wear as the best man for another friend’s wedding forever ago. I never knew what cufflinks, and all the other doodads were. He made sure I looked the part.
He was the bassist for a popular East Coast reggae band. I was inadvertently mixed in with lots of people in my local music scene. The self growth I experienced then, was a huge part of who I am today.
I remember when I first met him. Big, tall black dude, with dreadlocks to his waste. We were fast friends. I was only 21 years old. I had a massive group of really close friends then.
Many have sadly died over the years. Each a unique tragedy.
Jerome died about a year ago. He had a lot of children. He was always on the run from warrants for child support. That wasn’t his most endearing trait… He was a true “Rolling Stone.” He spent time allover the Islands (Atlantic,) and the US. He was living in Arizona and had just had another child. The mother of his child left him. He always had money problems. I guess things were just not going well. He was found dead. Likely from an intentional overdose. Another close friend had died the same way months before. Thinking about one of my friends, makes me think of all of them I’ve lost…
It’s no exaggeration to say that I have lost 2–3 close friends a year over the last 8 years…
That. Combined with everything else in life, including losing everything I’ve ever had to floods/hurricanes, and having to euthanize my 16 year old dog/daughter, was plenty of reason for me to drink myself to death a few years ago.
Looking back. I can see my decent into insanity quite clearly on these very pages…
I’ve lost more than 20 people since my diagnosis in November 2020. Hell. My doctor. My lawyer. My old boss. A close friends great 17 year old daughter. It’s too much to list…
Yeah…..
I just get sad sometimes.
But. There are things in life we can have, but cannot keep. We can’t keep anything…
I guess we just have to understand exactly how privileged we are to have been part of so many different lives. Lives of people, and other lifeforms. I really miss the golden orb weavers. These huge spiders we used to have in alarming populations in Charleston. The ones that prompted me to find Fluther…
Here. I get to meet other amazing people. People who I don’t always see eye to eye with. But people I care deeply for nonetheless…
@smudges this is a journey…
The easy way out of such feelings, fleeting or not, is apathy. Just don’t go there. Let things hurt. It’s OK. I’m hurting right now. Thinking about you hurting. Each pain, is just another hammer strike that will forge us into sharper instruments, making us more capable of navigating this journey. And. Helping others along the way.
Listen to some undeniably uplifting music. Do some exercise. Distract yourself…
As @KNOWITALL mentioned, “this too shall pass.”
For what it’s worth. You have my support.
Peace and Love.