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I learned this morning via text message and later through the network of blogging network the sad and awful news Cajun has died. I am touched by the eulogies I am reading at various sites. I too am honored to have met him and that he was part of my life. At times like this I reach for words of comfort or consolation, but I come up with only lame and useless ones.
My eulogy is the following:
I made him a shirt; it comforted me knowing he had this and he would think of me whenever he wore it. Two years ago, when we met at his restaurant at the first blog convention, I knew I wanted a souvenir of him. Perhaps in hindsight I had the terrible intuition our friendship time would not be long. The bus boys and wait-staff wore brightly coloured aloha-style work shirts – just the sort I relish. He sent me one. It hangs among my collection.
It is said we die twice: the first is when we literally die; the second is when we are forgotten. So long as I have the “Cajun Shirt”, I will be reminded of him. I am so grateful he allowed me into his life.
And I am most thankful to have this relic.
Rest in Peace, Wayne. Thank you for everything you gave me.