reggie on Nostr: I drove up to the Castro today to claim some personal effects of my late friend, ...
I drove up to the Castro today to claim some personal effects of my late friend, Jeremy.
We worked together for the better half of a decade and shared a lot of stubborn similarities. Post fruit company, we bonded over his latent furriness. (The last time I saw him in person was at BLFC just before the pandemic.)
His parents and sister were in town clearing out his apartment and, since he had died suddenly while I was caring for my father, I didn’t have much closure.
I got to the city way too early and spent most of my morning hiding from the rain in a coffee shop and later rehearsing a dialogue tree of possibilities for when I met his family.
A lot of good that did.
Upon arriving, I had the distinct impression that Jeremy’s queer friends (the ones who showed up at this hastily planned event) didn’t stay long nor did they have much to say to Jeremy’s family.
So I helped them box things and talked for two hours. It was apparent Jeremy kept a lot from them. Mostly to protect them.
It was important that they know how big a heart Jeremy had. How he was the only one not obsessed with amassing money or power at work. How he was the only one who listened to me when my mother was dying.
He was very guarded but I think he recognized the double edged sword that is empathy. Both receiving and sending.
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And so ends this chapter of life.
We worked together for the better half of a decade and shared a lot of stubborn similarities. Post fruit company, we bonded over his latent furriness. (The last time I saw him in person was at BLFC just before the pandemic.)
His parents and sister were in town clearing out his apartment and, since he had died suddenly while I was caring for my father, I didn’t have much closure.
I got to the city way too early and spent most of my morning hiding from the rain in a coffee shop and later rehearsing a dialogue tree of possibilities for when I met his family.
A lot of good that did.
Upon arriving, I had the distinct impression that Jeremy’s queer friends (the ones who showed up at this hastily planned event) didn’t stay long nor did they have much to say to Jeremy’s family.
So I helped them box things and talked for two hours. It was apparent Jeremy kept a lot from them. Mostly to protect them.
It was important that they know how big a heart Jeremy had. How he was the only one not obsessed with amassing money or power at work. How he was the only one who listened to me when my mother was dying.
He was very guarded but I think he recognized the double edged sword that is empathy. Both receiving and sending.
—
And so ends this chapter of life.