He died with his bike on.
It has been a week of living in the unknown– as the people I love, the people in my circle waited for our dear friend to come back to us from a senseless tragedy, that none of us can understand.
Last night the wait has ended– and he did not come back to us. Our little bit of the world will never be the same without him.
It’s interesting, I considered him my brother, my work-brother, but before his injury I thought this just to be my own feeling toward him. Not surprising we all felt that way about him. He was brother to all of us.
Whenever he said goodbye he did it with a solid hug, if you tired to shake his hand he would say
“what the fuck is that?, give me a hug.”
My brother we “will hug it out” on your behalf while we swig down some top shelf scotch in celebration of your life.
This is his locker and water bottle at work. RIP June 9th, 2011. SF.© Copyright 2011Library Vixen, All rights Reserved. Written For: Library Vixen