I always know what follows when that’s in the subject line of an email. It’s usually an acquaintance…someone I know but not very well. But today the subject was someone I loved, respected and I considered a friend and mentor. I still feel a little dizzy from the news.
I feel torn about hearing about a death in an email – especially when it’s someone special. Proper funeral etiquette would be to pick up the phone to share the news, but I’m glad I was part of an email where I was notified with the rest my friends. We “e-reacted” to the news together and have been sharing outrageous stories all day – I only wish his partner was included.
My friend wrote this on her Facebook wall for our dear friend – I can’t think of better words to express our loss today.
My heart is beyond heavy today. I have never laughed so much with someone or shared so many great days. To say you were my brother, my mentor, and my evil twin … may the gates of the great upstairs be lined with gold for you; may your pockets be filled with jewelry as you cross that border; and may St Peter meet you wearing a gold lame thong and a couple of hot seamen by his side. Let’s honor our Richard with some ofhis favorite words … marry for money, the love will come later.
This man was iconic and outrageous and as I tapped words into this blog about my fictitious celebration of life, he was planning his own for real. Is it weird I’m looking forward to his funeral?