What does one say?
What does one do?
A few days ago we lost a friend. A good friend to some, a best friend to others. His name wasJoseph. His name was it was Joseph, it was Joe, it was Josey, it was kitten, it was irrelevant. For the names never did really matter, as much as the wonderful person who used them.
Josey was a sweet, kind person. He was talented, friendly, and smart. He was warm and he was brave. He was a gamer, a car enthusiast, someone who each day learned a little bit more about himself, and was more than happy to share it with the world. He was there to help. To be a shoulder, to rally support, or to share his knowledge to help others.
He loved and was loved.
A few days ago we lost a friend. His life was taken. He was robbed of it, unfairly. Fate is cruel, make no mistake. For the lives it consumes. He had everything ahead of him. EVERYTHING. EVERY GOD DAMN FUCKING THING.
And some monster in a car cut that life short.
My sadness knows no bound, and my sadness is my rage. My rage is my sadness
I received a note from Josey not 2 days before he left us. He told me of dream he had.
A dream of living with myself and Kianna (my fiancé), of snuggling together on the couch, watching tv on a Friday night. Just friends, simply spending time together.
I've never met Josey in real life. That was not my privilege. But despite the distance, we spent so many nights chatting away. Talking about one day visiting one another. Of putting our arms around one another.
I've spent so many hours wondering, dreaming, of how I would greet someone who I've gotten to know so well, but have never met. How that moment would go, how it would play out. I've dreamed of him being at my wedding, as one of my best men. I've dreamed of walking with him through my city on a warm fall afternoon, smiling and laughing.
In the end, it didn't matter what the dream was, whether it was a possible future or not. The truth is it was something that could happen in the future. I didn't have to worry about how or when, just that it could happen.
Now here I sit, with shaking hand, and tearful eyes. Knowing there is no more dreaming, no more tomorrow, no future. Only past.
We talked all the time. Sometimes through DA, sometimes through e-mail, or even sometimes in the midst of battle in Diablo 3. We talk and talked. About stories, about drawings, games, life, happiness, sorrow, today, yesterday and tomorrow. So many things we shared. Two people sharing something.
He never got to see my face. To see my smile.
Now 4,200 km away I weep for my friend. My beloved friend.
And now after all this time, after all my talks, planning for the perfect moment, he finally appeared in my story. Finally I introduced the friend I had shared so much with. He got to see 3 pages
He got to see Josey dance. But now he will never see how it ends. How that dance ends. Perhaps it never will.
There was so much more planned. So many more stories. So many more places for him in my world
I lost a best friend. One who never knew my name. He was a good person. He was someone this world needed. Someone this world couldn't afford to lose. He was FANTASTIC. He was so much.
I had a dream Josey
A dream that you were taken from me, taken from this world.
But that is my waking nightmare now.
I love you, I will always love you.
And each day I will live for you, and always keep you in my head and in my heart.
I know you will never respond to this... but I know you can read it
We will meet again.
I SWEAR IT.
Love Lord Dragon Master