Monday, January 28, 2008
Dear Jon,
RJ called me this morning and told me what you did this weekend. I haven't talked to you since August and haven't seen you most likely since last spring. But for some reason I've thought about you lately. I wish I could have reached out to you.
I really never knew you that well. The things I know about you could probably fit on an index card. But I always admired you. You were the only one who was willing to explain industry stuff and answer my multitudes of questions when I started working at UE. And of course I was always happy to hear from you at M180... although in hindsight, by the time RJ dissolved the business, your requests were few and far between and increasingly passionless.
I have to admit that I can understand being in a bad place... feeling like no one cares about you, or understands. Feeling like everyone has failed you and there is no hope for the future. I guess I've been lucky in that I've always had someone or something to come to my emotional rescue. I can almost be anecdotal about it sometimes... like crediting the Bank of America "YOU Matter" sign with saving the day not too terribly long ago.
It makes me sad that no one could save you. You were funny and endearingly rough around the edges. You were irreverant and smart. I always thought you were the perfect balance for RJ's "boy-next-door" schtick. And like I said, I looked up to you and admired you.
I wish you hadn't felt things were so bad you had to take your own life. It sounds like some shitty stuff happened to you this past year. I think you took a little piece of all us with you. What I'm feeling right now will certainly pass with time but there are things that will never be the same now that you are gone.
I really never knew you that well. The things I know about you could probably fit on an index card. But I always admired you. You were the only one who was willing to explain industry stuff and answer my multitudes of questions when I started working at UE. And of course I was always happy to hear from you at M180... although in hindsight, by the time RJ dissolved the business, your requests were few and far between and increasingly passionless.
I have to admit that I can understand being in a bad place... feeling like no one cares about you, or understands. Feeling like everyone has failed you and there is no hope for the future. I guess I've been lucky in that I've always had someone or something to come to my emotional rescue. I can almost be anecdotal about it sometimes... like crediting the Bank of America "YOU Matter" sign with saving the day not too terribly long ago.
It makes me sad that no one could save you. You were funny and endearingly rough around the edges. You were irreverant and smart. I always thought you were the perfect balance for RJ's "boy-next-door" schtick. And like I said, I looked up to you and admired you.
I wish you hadn't felt things were so bad you had to take your own life. It sounds like some shitty stuff happened to you this past year. I think you took a little piece of all us with you. What I'm feeling right now will certainly pass with time but there are things that will never be the same now that you are gone.
Labels: sadness
// posted by Stephanie Cake @ 1/28/2008 08:09:00 PM 
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