A beautiful story about Trini and his passing away.
I rifled through my sentiment box and found my Trini stash. So happy I have kept everything. (Taken with instagram)
Today has been the worst day ever and the only good thing to come out of it was the fact that I got an extension for the essay I was probably going to hand in late anyway.
But you know what? I would rather have Jon on this earth alive and well than have an extension on this stupid essay.
I know I made my sad blog entry about him today but that doesn’t make me any less sad.
This has been a post.
Jon helped me a long, long time ago. He was someone who I told everything to. He listened, never judged and always made me feel loved. We never met but we knew each other inside and out, it’s funny just how easy it is to let someone in when you are thousands of kilometres apart. He was funny, he was sweet and he was there for me when I needed him to be.Yes, we lost touch for a couple of years. Sending the odd email every few months but those months where we sent multiple emails every day were never forgotten.
A couple of months ago, I went through the hundreds of emails we sent and couldn’t help but smile and laugh. Jon and I spent a lot of time showing each that we were there for the other one. Not every email was happy, a lot of the time we were lonely, sad and lost. But at least we had each other. Soon after rereading all these emails, I went on Jon’s FB to tell thank him for being so good to me. His last update told everyone of the inoperable cancer he had. I burst into tears.
I had been following his FB and his blog, checking nearly everyday for updates. I sent him emails, letters and even a scarf (just a fortnight ago) but he couldn’t really update so often.
Today I checked out his FB to see how his benefit party went on the weekend. There were no photos, just many comments on his wall saying goodbye. I checked his blog and it seems that he’d passed away a couple of days ago, all the details vague but all pointing to the fact that he’s gone.
So here I am, in my parents’ house, sitting in the room where I spent so much time emailing him and talking to him on Skype. I can’t stop crying because it hurts so damn much. I can’t believe it. It hurts too much.
I want to write a proper goodbye without all the damn clichés but I can’t and therefore I won’t. I just want everyone to know how rad Jon was, how great and kind and beautiful he was. I just so sorry I never got around to meeting him in real life. One regret that I am unfortunately never able to change.
Love always, Wearie xx