Disclaimer: one of my best friends Shane had a sudden stroke yesterday at the age of 30. Right now he is in for the fight of his life, and this week is going to be touch and go based on brain swelling. If he passes, he will join his brother who suddenly passed on Wednesday. Right now all we can do is pray and keep him in our thoughts for a recovery. If you could pray for him and his family or keep them in your thoughts too, it would be deeply appreciated right now.
Dear Shane,
It’s hard to believe that we’ve known each other for ten years now. I seemed like back in the days 30 seemed so far away. I remember one of the first bonding moments we ever had, in the dingy little kitchen of Upper College Heights. It was at 1am and we were debating what was better: soft crust or hard crust pizza and after about 40 minutes of debating and laughter finally just agreed to disagee. I have to say 10 years later, I still think soft crust pizza is the way to go.
The next few years became a blur and I’m not sure if I should blame The Max for that, or just my shoddy memory, but Sunday McDonalds runs sticks out in my mind. 2005 was the year that truly solidified our friendship for life. I graduated college and was feeling lonely and scared and uncertain of the next step, but was far too proud to tell anyone. You could see that, and you and Jay welcomed me into your circle of friends where it clicked. We spent the majority of that summer either at your place hanging out, or at Dennys. You always left the door unlocked, and I took full advantage of that to “nicely” come over in the morning and wake you up by bouncing on your bed. I’d say I’m sorry for that, but would be lying, as it still makes me laugh to date. Somewhere over the time we decided we would be each others “back up” for getting married at 34 because it seemed so far away! I reminded you of that this year, and we agreed it still stuck.
Over the next few years you have been there for every major event. Halloweens have been spent together, there have been tight hugs at New Years, and birthdays are always together, even if it’s just for a coffee. We can go a month without talking, and all it takes is a text or call and we’re at Starbucks, laughing and nerding out as it should be. No one can match your wit, my friend. I feel honoured that you decided to spend this last New Years with me, and wouldn’t have spent it any other way.
I remember in the fall when you were in the hospital and I came to visit you, and there you were in your gown with your hair disheveled. You looked like a little boy, and it made my heart bleed wanting to be there for you and hoping you’d get better.Yet, through it all, you were laughing and feeding me your shoddy hospital tea and we were playing with iPhone apps. Even in a time of sickness, your sense of spirit and humour were high, where a lesser person would have felt sorry for themselves. I find myself in that same place today,hoping for your recovery, only this time I am holding your hand in my heart, and hoping that somehow you’re still fighting hard. Don’t worry because we’re all praying for you and your family. Thank you for the time we have shared, the laughter you have given me, the memories we have, and the love that will always, ALWAYS be here.
Lots of love, Megs
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