Some people come into our lives for a brief moment, some stay for years. Some enter our lives gentle and quiet and some come like a storm. The day I met the man referred to as “Barry“, I remember it like yesterday, and if you knew Barry, you will understand. Barry was an energy force all of his own.
The day we collided, we were standing about 10 feet apart on the beach watching our children play in the sand, no words, nothing but a glance and nod, “you know, manly acknowledgement” because “hello” was to hard to get out when you meet someone new.
It wasn’t long after that the 10 foot separation between us was now completely gone as we watched our children play together as proud fathers, almost saying to one another “look what I made” as we talk about our children and how great they are.
They say people have energy about them, I fully believe this to be true. That day my energy met someone with the similar energy. As we began to toss jokes back and forth, most people do one of two things. One, they laugh, but clearly they do not get my sense of humor or two send a joke back and see if I get it. This to me is how funny people are different from normal everyday people. Funny is a language of its own, and my friend you spoke it amazingly well.
We spent the rest of that day sipping on “dad juice” and laughing until our stomachs hurt. I guess we passed the test, and our families met later that day. The rest of the weekend was a blur, as were the years to follow.
There are many stories, many long nights filled with laughter, late night random texts and phone calls.
“A butterfly lights beside us like a sunbeam.
And for a brief moment its glory and beauty
belong to our world.
But then it flies on again,
and though we wish it could have stayed,
we feel so lucky to have seen it.”
It all came to a stop to soon, and I miss you already my friend, I texted back but it was a day late. I called back, however the owner of the number is no longer taking phone calls.
So like many loved ones, I sit here and remember the times we shared, the nights I thought I couldn’t drink anymore, (but you proved me wrong) the laughter, the times our families were able to spend together.
I’d give all that up if I could have talked to you just one more time and tell you how much you impacted my life and that everything will be ok one day. We will never get to finish the conversation we started in the picture above and my heart breaks that I may have missed your quiet cry for help.
To everyone reading this, please do not struggle alone… ASK FOR HELP, it is a sign of strength not weakness. Even two little words can set in motion a cascade of help. “help me”. I do not know one person that if asked would say “no, I can’t help” to someone that needs it.
Life is a fragile and precious gift, its our duty as fellow humans to reach out when people are in that dark place, and to be the light in someones dark time. We all struggle from time to time, we all have been in dark places. Remember when you had help and be that to someone else.