Just be glad for the moments that we had…
Dear Gentle Reader,
My weekend high came to a crashing low Monday morning when I heard that a friend had died in a car accident.
Keith had an easy going way about him that made him approachable. He played so many instruments that I was never certain of what he was playing in the orchestra pit whenever our paths crossed. I joked with him during our run of “Boy From Oz” that I was going to start calling him the artist formerly known as Keith. The guy was a crazy talented musician and smart to boot.
When I first heard this news, I was stunned. Then I tried to find pictures from the 6 or 7 shows we did and I could only find one. One lone picture, Dear Reader, of a kind soul whose path I was lucky enough to cross several times.
As I looked through my past, I can see the documentation of my journey, but not enough moments with the people that have created such joy in my life, like Keith.
This knowledge itself brings a sadness because I know I will forget people and experiences. Gentle Reader, as you know I have mentioned a few times that I don’t have the best of memories. I am not really a photogenic person despite my love for being on the stage. I can’t even act like I like being in pictures. That’s how much I don’t care for them.
However, I have to say Thank You to my BFF, Sarah, as well as friends like Tawni, Nique, and Monica for gently pushing me to be in pics just as Keith had. For this lone shot.
Dear Reader, thank you for taking a moment to read these ramblings of a random fella that has only now realized that stopping to smell the flowers is nice and all, but if you dont recall doing it, have you actually stopped to smell them? Being on the go and working hard is not any fun if you can’t remember it all.
Remember to stop and collect those moments, Gentle Reader. Try to never forget them and have the best time you can during them. And to Keith, my friend, I will see you after the final curtain call… Rest peacefully.