Since I’m sure there are going to be Cambridge pictures taken and my image will eventually make it onto at least one of three other blogs here on lj, I’m being a bit looser with the images I’ll post in self-portraits. It’s still not enough to be recognized by anyone who doesn’t know me, but it’s more than I’ve let on before.
This weekend was back-to-back nights of Christmas parties. We are not the “party” type, but these events were either put on by good friends (the men’s group) or was going to be attended by some of Bonn’s metalheads friends from her recent class.
I spent a good part of the weekend writing a letter to the children of my old friend, The Axeman. David “The Axeman” Hayes, as long-time readers will remember, was an old friend of mine who died a few years back from a brain tumor. He left behind a wife and several children who still live in New Jersey. Shortly after his death Connie, his wife, asked friends of David’s to write letters to the kids, telling them about their father and the kind of man they knew him to be. David, for his part, was very clear that he didn’t want anyone making him out to be some kind of saint, but to tell the bad along with the good.
sakkijarvi sent his letter out within a month or so of the request. It was a very honest, direct letter, filled with remembrances and quotes from letters David had sent to him over the years. I knew I’d write a letter as well, but I wasn’t quite ready to do so. It’s sat in the back of my mind, fermenting, since then. A week ago I started plotting it out in my head on a long, dark drive home and I knew it was time to start writing.
I’ve gotten permission from Connie to post it here (as well as to send a copy to you, sakkijarvi -- I’ll mail it out tomorrow) but it’s considerably longer than I had expected it to be. After thinking it over, I’m putting the beginning and the ending sections behind the lj-cut. It’s still long and I understand completely if you’re not interested in reading it.
Just ( click on through to the other side )