I’m kind of in fucking shock. Whenever someone close or recently close to me passes away, maybe a serious breakup, something drastic happens, anything major, I kind of deny it for the immediate present so I can not cause a hiccup at work or in my other duties, and it hits me like the reflecting reverberations of a shockwave, sometimes late enough that its too late to say anything about it.
But this had no delay. Ive had acquaintances, even relatives pass away that, truth be told, were sometimes not good people. So it was sad but not heavy for me. But when its a good natured, down-to-earth person that would help you no matter what and always had an open ear, its a lot more difficult to stomach.
I can’t believe he’s gone. We spent many nights having a beer behind the house talking shit after a huge test I had at night, or working on our respective vehicles behind the house, geeking out w/ each other, him, Lucia, & myself. Pool parties in the summer together, and seeing him at the engineering center always brightened me up. Always looked forward to seeing him tailgating as well, but he wasn’t the drinking buddy to me, he was a legit friend. Damn.
