Well,
you always wanted me to write a blog about you. To write a story or an
adventure that you were involved in. I'm not sure if it was because you wanted
me to try and draw stick figures of you, or relay the stories of our
intertwined lives.
I'm
sure you hoped it would be funny, full of pictures and witty words, hoping
people would see you the way I saw you. The funny, compassionate, caring, and
very quirky gentleman you were, despite the odd choices you made in
girlfriends, living situations and overall, your kinda crappy life choices.
Yeah, yeah. Like I should talk. I know.
You
were the first friend I made as an adult. Sorry, Aimee. You were friend number
2.
Dave
was number 1. And not just as in a friend I made once I was legally an adult in
the eyes of the Canadian government. You were the first friend I made when I'd
decided to fuck everything, pack up all my shit in a van and tell my parents
PEACE OUT, BITCHES! I'M MOVING TO ANOTHER CITY!!!!!
You
were the first friend I made when I broke out on my own, the first friend at my
first grown up, full time job.
I
got stuck with you to listen to calls on my second day of work. I felt like
crap that day. I had food poisoning but since it was my second day and I really
needed the job, I went to work anyway and just threw up a lot. You didn't care,
well I'm sure you did care because throwing up absolutely disgusted you, but
you pretended it didn't matter. You had your gross looking stress ball that
looked like an old man's nut sack, and you were throwing it up in the air and
offered it to me to distract me from all the puking.
Thanks for that. That ball was so foul looking. Seriously. 14.5 years later and I still just... I can't even.
You
followed up with me to be sure I was understanding things. You sat near me
because you knew I HATED asking people questions with a burning passion of
10,000,000 suns. This way I could ask you without having to involve anyone
else.
You
made adulting slightly easier, you made sure I succeeded at work, and you did
your best to make sure I succeeded in life. Every crappy breakup I went through
(and there were a lot of them), you were there to support me. When my dad died
in one of the saddest ways (slow deterioration due to alcoholism), you were
there. You listened to my rants about how stupid the situation was, and agreed
that my dad should have tried harder to beat his demons.
We
talked about practically everything. You were the big brother I wish I had.
You'd state you hate the heat!
No, wait. You hate the cold!
No. The heat!
The
cold!
Heat!
Cold!
It was too rainy, it wasn't rainy enough... How you'd like to
move to Alaska.
We'd talk about ghosts and horror movies and what we'd do in
the face of an apocolypse.
You
were suffering and you did your best to try not to have it affect me for so
long. You were there for me whenever I needed it, all the while struggling with
your own demons.
You
hid your addictions from so, so many, and only started to face it when it brought
the end of many personal relationships. You told me to just leave and forget
you, to turn my back like so many had already. I didn't. You fought me, argued
with me, accused me of the most ridiculous fucking things. You kept secrets
from me and then you were angry when I didn't know them. You blamed your crappy
spelling, your forgetfulness, your lack-of-sense-making ways on the dark, your
computer keyboard, everything else but the truth.
Then you started talking
about how you saw things the way my dad did. How you finally understood.
Near
the end, you talked in riddles. You'd explain your meaning eventually but
sometimes I had no idea what was going on. And that's how it ended.
You
talked in one final riddle and then you were gone. Leaving me here, with a
riddle that will never be explained.
You
died after sending me one final facebook message, without reading my response.
My original response was, "are you drunk again?" but I erased it and
re-wrote a different one.
You
died in one of the saddest ways, following the path of the other most important
Dave in my life, my father.
I
will miss you, my beautiful friend. This is most definitely NOT awesome for me.
You were and always will be one of the most
generous and selfless people I know, and I was lucky to have you in my life. I
will miss you until the day I die.
For
any of those that read my blogs, they will not always be sad, but sometimes
sadness is necessary.
If
you, or anyone you know, is struggling with an addiction of ANY kind, not just
alcoholism, please please PLEASE read these words. I swear to you that I am
telling you the truth. Even if it doesn't seem like it, even if you feel so
lost and so desperate and alone that there's nothing but darkness. Please.
You ARE worth it. You ARE loved. You CAN beat this.
There
are friends, family and even strangers willing to help you through this. Your
life can be yours again.
You
are the most unique you possible, and there is no one else out there like you.
We need you here, we want you here, we believe in you.
You
are stronger than you ever thought possible, and you are NOT alone.
Rest
in peace, Dave. Your fight is done.