Goodbye My Friend

I was awoken, rudely, yesterday to the news that you had passed away on Monday. You were a good friend and the best Dungeon Master / Game Master I’ve ever had. I’ll never forget the Shadowrun game you ran for us at my old place and I’ll definitely never forget the Star Wars game you ran for us at you old house and how you masterfully tied the story in to Episode 3: Revenge of the Sith.

I had been debating for a while now of what to do with the Rock Band stuff; whether or not it was worth it to keep any of it and try to ‘resurrect’ the band(s), but if you’re not part of it then I don’t want it. I’ll probably keep my guitar and get rid of the drums piecemeal and the old bass too. Fat Man and the Mini Nukes / Blue Wang Animations will live on only here and what ever digital void exists on the Xbox.

I remember in this blog post, you made me feel seen and understood. I just always used to assume it was one of those subjects that you didn’t really approach. That you were always neutral toward LGBT people, but over time I saw that you were an ally of us, not just through words but actions too. I still remember that night we went to Oktoberfest and you flipped off the religious nuts that were there with their hateful signs. I was proud to be your friend that day.

I still think about this comment from the Facebook post above. It still makes me feel somewhat angry and insulted when I think about it, but I don’t suppose you meant it that way. Sometimes I take it as a challenge to be a better man and to try to become the leader that you think that I am not. If anything, I’d like to have an equal in my relationship and not just a boss or leader.

This. This was how I found out that you had departed this mortal coil. I don’t know or care what it is that Devin thinks he has to say to me, but I guarantee its a conversation that he’ll never get. I won’t give him the satisfaction. You and Dominique were probably the last two people from that “family” that I was wiling to have anything to do with, but now that you’re gone and Dominique has her own shit to deal with, I guess all ties are cut. If your widow chooses to reach out to me on her own then I’ll play things by ear from there, but as for the rest of your in-laws, I’m through.

I’ll always lament the loss of your friendship but I’ll always remember, and treasure, all the fantastic adventures that we had together.