Hey...
Lemme tell you something, if you don't mind...losing a loved one is the most excruciatingly awful thing you'll ever endure. It is far worse than all of the crummy meals, bad haircuts, shitty jobs, ignorant people and lousy situations you'll ever deal with combined.
On or around this date in 2011, I lost yet another person, and at this time I'd like to tell you about him. His board name was MAX, in reality a character named Jeremy. I've said before, he was my first friend in cyberspace, but the truth is, his real-life friendship was far deeper than a handful of dopey internet posts. And it was MAX that invited me to join the ARMY in the first place.
It all started over seafood, believe it or not. At the time, I was working for a health food supermarket, and could get a good deal on all sorts of stuff. Jeremy and I started some correspondence when he wanted to get some stone crabs, which lead to hours and hours of side-splitting, hilarious phone calls.
Then all hell broke loose.
In the mid 2000s, I was at my wit's end. Reeling from one divorce (soon to have another), I lost my brother, father, job and second marriage in the space of one calendar year. I was falling apart. During this time, through some despicably intoxicated behavior, I'd managed to alienate just about everyone I knew, finding myself cast adrift. (Fair play and full disclosure: I deserved it.)
My then wife, seeing what a mess I'd become, reached out to the one guy she knew of that would understand me: Jeremy. Through hours of dedicated phone calls and offers of traveling cross country, he helped her (and therefore us) pretty much weather the storm.
Soon after, he and I inexplicably lost contact for quite a while, as he had his own battles to fight in his personal arena.
I got progressively worse as well, ending my marriage completely, chastised at a web site I'd patronized for years, and looking for a place to live while out of my skull with any substance/alcohol available. Out of the blue while at my weakest ebb, once again, MAX came to the rescue. After not hearing from him for a while, he invited me to join a new website he'd help establish. Suddenly, I had a way of getting back on my feet, and his emotional support forever changed me, my attitude and the way I deal with life.
The fucker singlehandedly saved my life, not once, but twice. And just as things seemed to be getting better for both of us, his good health ended with brain cancer, bringing about a slow decline that was kept silent by his family and us, his closest friends for the better part of a year.
The silence ended on June 10, 2011 when he passed away. Like I said earlier, devastating.
I barely knew Chantal, and I only corresponded once or twice with Al. This is to my eternal regret, as I often wonder how much I lost by not making more of an effort to know them more fully. MAX taught me a few very simple lessons, being time is short, never take people for granted and embrace those you care about with all of your heart, ability and passion.
That is how ya live, boys and girls.
Jer, I miss you every single day, and you are never far from my thoughts. And I really believe my Dolphins will give your sorry-assed Broncos a run for the money this season. I wish you were here to contradict me, you bastard.
I love you MAX, and thank you for wasting your precious time on a loser like me. You somehow managed to make me feel less like one, and at times, downright special.
With warm regards to all,
chef
Lemme tell you something, if you don't mind...losing a loved one is the most excruciatingly awful thing you'll ever endure. It is far worse than all of the crummy meals, bad haircuts, shitty jobs, ignorant people and lousy situations you'll ever deal with combined.
On or around this date in 2011, I lost yet another person, and at this time I'd like to tell you about him. His board name was MAX, in reality a character named Jeremy. I've said before, he was my first friend in cyberspace, but the truth is, his real-life friendship was far deeper than a handful of dopey internet posts. And it was MAX that invited me to join the ARMY in the first place.
It all started over seafood, believe it or not. At the time, I was working for a health food supermarket, and could get a good deal on all sorts of stuff. Jeremy and I started some correspondence when he wanted to get some stone crabs, which lead to hours and hours of side-splitting, hilarious phone calls.
Then all hell broke loose.
In the mid 2000s, I was at my wit's end. Reeling from one divorce (soon to have another), I lost my brother, father, job and second marriage in the space of one calendar year. I was falling apart. During this time, through some despicably intoxicated behavior, I'd managed to alienate just about everyone I knew, finding myself cast adrift. (Fair play and full disclosure: I deserved it.)
My then wife, seeing what a mess I'd become, reached out to the one guy she knew of that would understand me: Jeremy. Through hours of dedicated phone calls and offers of traveling cross country, he helped her (and therefore us) pretty much weather the storm.
Soon after, he and I inexplicably lost contact for quite a while, as he had his own battles to fight in his personal arena.
I got progressively worse as well, ending my marriage completely, chastised at a web site I'd patronized for years, and looking for a place to live while out of my skull with any substance/alcohol available. Out of the blue while at my weakest ebb, once again, MAX came to the rescue. After not hearing from him for a while, he invited me to join a new website he'd help establish. Suddenly, I had a way of getting back on my feet, and his emotional support forever changed me, my attitude and the way I deal with life.
The fucker singlehandedly saved my life, not once, but twice. And just as things seemed to be getting better for both of us, his good health ended with brain cancer, bringing about a slow decline that was kept silent by his family and us, his closest friends for the better part of a year.
The silence ended on June 10, 2011 when he passed away. Like I said earlier, devastating.
I barely knew Chantal, and I only corresponded once or twice with Al. This is to my eternal regret, as I often wonder how much I lost by not making more of an effort to know them more fully. MAX taught me a few very simple lessons, being time is short, never take people for granted and embrace those you care about with all of your heart, ability and passion.
That is how ya live, boys and girls.
Jer, I miss you every single day, and you are never far from my thoughts. And I really believe my Dolphins will give your sorry-assed Broncos a run for the money this season. I wish you were here to contradict me, you bastard.
I love you MAX, and thank you for wasting your precious time on a loser like me. You somehow managed to make me feel less like one, and at times, downright special.
With warm regards to all,
chef
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