I've been trying to figure out how to write this post for a week, and grappling with whether I should write one at all. I try to keep things light around here, but when something is this heart-breaking, it warrants telling. Saying goodbye to someone is unfathomably difficult, and in this case, it feels almost impossible. My dear, dear friend Carl died last weekend. It was incredibly sudden and wholly unexpected. He was only thirty-two. I'd known and adored him for over ten years. I thought there would be many more ahead. That's what we all think, isn't it? That we have all the time in the world?
|Carl in Biloxi Blues (courtesy of KHphotographics)|
|A program from the summer we first met, a ticket to Hedwig and the Angry Inch (which we saw together 10 years before it became a Broadway hit), and a playbill from a show I saw three different times, just because he was in it.|
|Carl as Linus in You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown|
I will be forever grateful to my friend for all that he did for me, and how he continues to inspire me. I hope he knew how thankful I was for his friendship and guidance. I hope he knew how much I loved him. I don't know how much I believe (or how much Carl believed, for that matter) in the hereafter, but I hope I'll get to see him again someday. Until then... I hope I can continue to make him proud.
Thank you all for listening.