I joked about mourning the loss of one of my favorite day time soap stars. It’s not like he died or anything; he’s just trying to make it in movies. Not that he’s really all that great of an actor, but don’t tell him I said that.
Today, I mourn the loss of a great friend. Tomorrow, I will still mourn for him. For his life, for the years he’ll never see. For the times we’ll never have any more of.
He would call me without fail at two, four a.m.. He’d leave messages, “I love you!” or “I’m drruuunk.” The King of Drunk Dials. The king of cheering me up.
He was in love with everyone. He was in love with life.
He dreamt of moving to San Diego and getting a job delivering the mail. Once he dreamt of joining the air force. We would spend hours on the roofdeck of our old house, just talking while he trained his eyes to see the leaves in the farthest trees. He believed he could make his eyesight better.
He believed he could make anything better. He believed he would make everything better. But now he can’t.
One night. One last injection.
And that’s it.
I love you Scott. And I’ll miss you forever.