Death sucks, no it really does. I've lost three of my radio friends this year and I don't like it. It's been really hard to wrap my brain around the "why" of it all. For two of the three, it was sudden and unexpected. The third was blessed with nine years of life after a kidney transplant. We have our lives, grow families, make friends and then die. I've said my "goodbyes" to my friends, but I haven't let go yet. I don't want to let go. I don't want to let go of the time Kirsti Cristie made me laugh when I was trying to see how many mini-muffans I could fit in my mouth. I don't want to get go of the time I met Lee Schafer at Round Table Pizza and he hired me because he heard my voice over the speaker. I don't want to let go of hearing Wayne Richards say, "Holy Schnike".
Maybe it's because it's coming all at once, maybe it's because it's so sudden, maybe it's because these are good people who still had a lot to give. There seems to be some injustice in the fact that they were taken from us. For me, I think that I'm afraid that I will forget. Like one day I'll wake up and can't remember Lee's silly jokes, Wayne's laugh or Kirsti's love of photography. Until then, I will remember you.
