To Richard, A Dedication. Confession #205

Yesterday morning I received some horrible news. A very good friend of mine died.

And so, on this eve of 2009, of the year he will not see, I would like to memorialize him in the only way I know how; by writing about a few select moments of our friendship.

To Richard, I remember ~

~Your Mojo. The way you worked a woman, any woman (married, single, bi, straight, gay or transgendered) with your sweet words and your singular touch. It was incomparable to any seductive magic I have ever witnessed. 

~The night Hubby and I had our very first swap experience with you and Jasmine, fueled by vodka, and ending in tears, limp dicks, and ultimately, hilarity.

~The afternoon that you fucked me on your massage table after what will always be the best massage of my life, and a fantasy fulfilled.

~The day I accompanied you to an AA meeting, and could almost hear your eyes roll into the back of your head at each mention of "And by the grace of God". Was it 11 times?

~The night that the four of us had our second swap, which was great fun, wasn't it? And afterwards, as we were all finishing getting dressed, your son sleepwalked into the room, mumbling sleepy, indecipherable words and you, the sweet father, walked him back down the stairs toward his own bed. All of us realized that until then, we were holding our breath, hoping, praying even, that he was clueless to our sexual debauchery.

~The day that I went to say goodbye, when you and Jasmine were moving to South America. I hugged you tightly and bid you farewell. We planned for Hubby and I to visit you both in the coming year. I said not a sad goodbye, but a happy, wishing-you-the-time-and-adventure-of-your-life goodbye.

But.

I didn’t know then that an accident would leave you with brain damage and other permanent physical injuries only a few months later.

I didn’t know then that you would be in a coma, wake up a week later, and come back to the States a different person.

I didn’t know then that your beautiful, characteristic Mojo would be completely, inexorably stripped from your spirit by that horrific ordeal.

I didn’t know then that you would become so broken. No one did.

Not even then.

Not even you did. Until you did. 

But no one else realized how many pieces you must have shattered into. Or that you knew how much you were changed.

I can only hope that you knew how much you were loved. Then. And now. 

You will be missed. 

Rest in Peace, Richard. We love you.

Happy New Year, Y’all. Count your blessings.

With love and wishes for happiness in the coming year.

Always,
~Sadie