I lost a friend today. But more importantly, the world lost an incredible man today. If a person's worth can even be measured by the amount of lives he touched, he would still be priceless.
I feel an angry silence. One that cant be aimed towards anyone or anything, like my soul is a toe and I stubbed it against a chair and all I want to do is break that damn thing into powder. But what good would that do?
If my head and heart hurt this much, I can't imagine how those that were with him every step of the journey feel. I feel stupid even trying to compare my grief to that realm.
This man, his spirit, and his voice was monumental. I've often heard of people like him called "the glue" because he had a power and a presence of bringing people together. And not just in proximity, but in that closeness that only can come from glue. Those sticky, tight harmonies that filled his ears he'd have come into fruition with his voice locked with ours. And somehow by working with him, he'd make you want it more than he did. His passion was infectious.
He elevated everyone he knew, but not out of obligation but out of admiration. He had a way with compliments that made me believe he heard more than any of us could ever. He could sense the music better than anyone I ever knew, feel it breathe and take life. Some of my most prized musical memories I have are with that man. My biggest regret is not making more of them.
I don't know what I wanted to accomplish from posting this. It wasn't for sympathy, although I'll never push away your well wishes, I think those thoughts belong to his family. I'll chalk this up to a tribute, my own eulogy.
Until we meet again, my friend.