The friend I mentioned the last time I wrote died a week and two days after I wrote. I did get a chance to see him again before he passed away. He had a huge sendoff celebration starting with a motorcycle ride through town with a bunch of other bikers. His daughter arranged for someone with a sidecar to ride with him, as it was his dying wish to ride one more time.
After the ride he gathered with friends and family at one of his favorite karaoke spots for one last night of singing and for a chance to say goodbye to those he loves. My husband and I were there, sitting with his family. It was,..emotional. He sang Live Like You Were Dying, and I came undone. After he died that song played over and over in my head. It was there all night while I was trying to sleep, and in the morning it was still there, as insistent as it had been the previous day. It occurred to me that perhaps this was a personal message from Jeff to me; to live like I was dying.
I spent the month of April trying to numb myself, as I do when I feel overwhelmed with stress or emotion, and the message I am taking away from Jeff's death is to plug-in, feel my emotions, and face the situations that cause me to shrink away with courage. The message for me is to live.