Friday, September 24, 2004

I've been lighting candles tonight for my friend Kevin, I'm not religious, and I'm not sure this even means anything except that my thoughts are with him & his family tonight, just as they have been for so long now. Please, if you frequent this site, spare a thought, a moment of silence, or a prayer for Kevin & his family.

Here's a link to a site my friend Mark created to express his feelings about Kevin.

   posted by Bald Jason at 10:00 PM
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   Wednesday, September 29, 2004

I didn't get much sleep last night, getting ready for Kevin's funeral. The car ride was horrible, and my head still aches; but I just woke up from a dream in which Kevin survived, and the world was as it should be.

He was still in a hospital, but there were no terrifying machines to keep him alive, and Kevin's Grandfather was there, playing with a baby, at the foot of the bed. Laurie, Mark & Mollie went out to take in the incredible view of the mountains, and Kevin said I looked sleepy. Kevin looked relaxed, healthy, but concerned about me. He pulled back the sheets and invited me to lay down in his enormous, comfortable looking bed, and I cuddled in and he laughed.

It was like one of the hugs we'd given each other in these final weeks, given in a hospital bed, only this one was under the best of circumstances, and made us both smile. Phil was there too; also playing with the baby, and he agreed with Kevin that it was too hot for blankets; saying he almost melted when Mark & I took care of him at our condo last summer & that he'd almost drowned in sweat under all the blankets. Kevin laughed, & I woke up hugging my pillow, hearing Kevin's laughter, and I thought: We never took care of Phil, did we? It didn't hit me for a few seconds that Kevin was dead.

The dream was comforting, and it was painful to wake up from; because Kevin isn't in this world any longer, which made me cry. The first time I've cried about Kevin's death. I was prepared for it, and it seemed like the best thing for Kevin at the end. I didn't cry at the funeral home, because Kevin wasn't there; his body lay in the coffin, but I couldn't believe it was him; Kevin never sat that still. And I'd told several jokes to make my friends smile while we were there, and the thing pretending to be Kevin just lay there, which was the real tip off; Kevin always laughed at my jokes; never misinterpreting them as anything more than my own way of dealing.

I only saw Kevin in person, something like 8 times; and the last few of those visits was in a hospital room within walking distance of my condo. I always made sure to hug him, and be direct, and try to make him smile.

Monday May 20th, 2004, the last time I saw him, Mark & I told him we would bring him anything he needed; a laptop so he could write or check his e-mail; a videocamera if he wanted to record a message; or we could fly anyone in that he wanted to see a final time. We all knew that his chances for survival were slim, and I wanted to be clear about how cool I thought he was, and if there was anything he wanted in those final days, I wanted him to know that we could provide them. He said no to all of that; he said he was tired, and that he would soon be dead, or he would be better, and he would welcome both at this point. He told us to tell all his friends that he loved them. And then I hugged him goodbye, and I kissed him; the whole time worried that I was going to accidentally rip out some tube or device that was strapped on or into him; which again made him laugh in my ear when I whispered my concern, before he hugged me again even harder.

I hugged his Father goodbye too; amazed yet again by his family's strenth & support. People say that Kevin was a fighter, and he was. I've known so many others who were so opposite of him and I believe it has something to do with Kevin's family and friends. His family was so loving & so supportive & so THERE, that Kevin was gifted with a home in which he could grow to be such an amazing person; and we all reaped the rewards of that love. Everytime I've hugged his family since I've met them; everytime I've looked at them, I've silently thanked them for the environment they provided, which produced such a a loving friend.

The end, right? Only it wasn't. Kevin e-mailed me the next day. I don't know how he got to a computer; or why he changed his mind. I had written him some e-mail in the past; 3 or 4 messages to find out how he was but he had never responded; he finally did, and this is what he wrote:

this you jayson?? i just a have a shprt time, checking adressess

tanks for all youre help

love kkevin
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I got to tell Kevin how I felt about him, & let him know how much I cared, and that I would do anything I could for him. I got to hug him goodbye, and he hugged me too, his grip was so strong though his body was so frail. I guess I haven't been feeling sad so much as lucky, that I knew him at all, and that when his time came, we had those moments, and this goodbye, and the circle was complete.

And now I have this dream in my head of Kevin, happy & healthy, and making all his friends smile, and I choose to feel lucky for that as well.

   posted by Bald Jason at 08:14 PM
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