I'm not regretting how the next 9 years played out because he and I had such a wonderful friendship and I am realizing now how much he meant to me. I think about him daily it seems. He would say that's a little weird and let go of my ears! He and I talked seriously for bits and pieces, but never stayed serious for long.
For his funeral service, his mom and step dad asked some of us to talk. It was supposed to be a party but there were many tears shed that day by everyone around. I tried to keep my talk light in spite of how I really felt and wanted to finally share my notes with the internets. Here they are:
I remember the day I met Brian. Harpos. 3 fluids of life: milk, water and
beer. We were enjoying one of them at
the time. I think I’ll go to Harpos
after the service.
First meatcake. It
was SuperBowl Sunday when the Seahawks were playing the Steelers and it was his
birthday. He couldn’t eat sweets anymore so cake was off the menu. So we made him meatcake. Using wax candles on the cake was a lesson in
chemistry/physics.
Isaac’s first haircut.
We celebrated touchdowns with tequila shots and during halftime of one
of the games we decided to cut Isaac’s hair.
I still have that hair.
He was uncle Brian to my kids and kept a picture of them on
his desk that he could focus on when – in his words: he wanted to kill someone.
There were a lot of firsts with my friend Brian and I miss him.