It’s been less than a week since I found out that a good friend of mine passed away. Since then, I have been thinking about all the good memories I have of him, reading the posts that have been flooding his Facebook account, and generally feeling so sad that he is gone.
He was a tall, handsome, thoughtful, deep, confusing, hilarious man. He was interested in everything, He dedicated a lot of his time, at one point, to a podcast called Tantric Conversation, where he had deep and interesting conversations with people he admired. I remember when he asked for my help setting up the website, and I remember when he started posting his first episodes. He began them with the non-censored version of the title of this post.
At one point, he asked me to be “the Robin Givens to his Howard Stern” and I politely declined, partially because I thought the podcast should be all him and his guest, partially because I didn’t think I had the time.
That’s the thing, isn’t it? We never have time, yet we think we have all the time in the world. I didn’t think I’d run out of time to listen to records with him, or talk about books, or listen to him read The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock out loud to me, because it’s my favorite and he loved reading it out loud.
But the time has run out, and I’m so very sad. I’ll miss him forever. He would expect as much. Rest easy, my friend. I love you.