How Does One Define “Sad”?
I’ve lived a charmed life. I dated the prettiest girl I’d ever seen when I was 17. Many years later we dated again and married. We have two kids who are healthy and are only mildly rotten (FTW!). I have friends I’ve known since I was six years old. I have a few new friends from as far away as Canada and Ireland. I keep very few friends because I’m at least as picky as they ought to be. Basically, my friends are amazing.
Adding to that blessing: I’ve always been happy, even as a little kid when some folks might have thought things would be difficult. I don’t know why because I never worked at it. Sure, I had brief times of not feeling so great but by-and-large, I’ve been happy for my entire life. The funny thing is, that can be a problem: I’m not used to sadness. I don’t know what to do with it.
I’m an adult, I’ve experienced sadness before. I don’t like it and I don’t know what to do with it.
My friend, Greg Koenig, died today unexpectedly. He was the world’s greatest story-teller. He’d sock a moose in the mouth if that’s what was needed to protect his family or his pals. The dude cared. He was a blessing to humanity.
Some folks tell me that I used to be able to string words together in a clever way. Well, I certainly can’t tonight (If I ever could). I can only come up with this: I’m so sad.
I’m so sad right now, I don’t know what to do. It’s why I keep yammering on with this garbage post but I don’t know what else to do. I’m so bloody sad.
I’m gonna miss you my friend. I loved you, holmes. You made a positive difference in my life. I only wish I would have told you. God bless Kim and your kids and your grandkids. Fuck.