go figure tonight would be the one night out here I seem to have a hard time sleeping. many times Ive gone gone to post on this wall and for some reason Ive stopped my self but tonight I think Ill let some words flow for a change. In the coming hours of this May the 26th many of us was just beginning to learn what had happened to a very dear friend for us. we were stuck with worry, anger, disbelief and a wide range of other emotions that all of us Im sure had a hard time coping with. Its extremely apparent that in the almost one year this page has existed just exactly how many lives Jon had touched and brightened in one way or another. for many of you, your last interactions with Jon would have been one year ago this week. for me as much as I hate to say it my last interactions were march 16th in fort mcmuarry. I remember Jon came into town from Kearl to get supplies for a company bbq. I was off work and decided to run around town with him while he picked up pop and chips burgers and everything he needed for the event. we ran into a parts salesman that he and Sam worked with at williams. we had intentions on grabbing lunch and a beer before he went back to site. But due to time constraints he ended up passing on lunch. time constraints if I had known then what I know now I woulda dragged him back to earls so I could get the rare comment about how a girl dressed so..... skimpy should be working on the bar side and not the restaurant side as its a family environment. since we werent able to grab a bite and beer we made a promise that once we were home together wed catch up as I was planning my move back home to N.S. this was the last time I saw Jon face to face not having a beer or in a party scene but more of a work/grocery shopping environment. Talking to him about plans and the new job I had just taken that would allow me to fly back and fourth, some old friends a new truck that I had recently purchased and god only knows what else I dont think there was a topic we didnt touch on that day. a few weeks later I came home for my 2 weeks before starting the new job. now as many of you know I love beer. how many cases did I go thru in that 2 weeks I honestly know what I can tell you from that week is 3 things. 1. chopping fire wood in sock feet is a really bad idea. to this day Im amazing my toe nail grew back. 2 I was happy to be home to be among the friends I had grown up with and 3 for as much as I love beer one single bottle managed to slip thru my fingers that night with out me knowing it and go into hiding with out me knowing. at the end of my 2 weeks I flew back to ab to start my new job. it was maybe a week and a half of me being out here when I recieved my last phone call from Jon. honestly even knowing what I know now the only thing I could really ask for to go any differently was to be able to actually see him, he called asking what I was up to and wanting to know if I wanted to go for the beer that we had promised to catch up for. sad part was he was thinking I was still in for mac. the call lasted for a good 45 mins to an hour of again just shooting the shit and having a laugh. now many of us have taken similar lessons away from the tragic story of Jon, keep your friends close for you never know when they may not be in your life any more. live life to the fullest, the famous Jon line ya cant take it with you. for me the lesson I spose Ive learned is that time waits for no one. The inevitable fact is that in this life people will die age will eventually claim us all. while the passing of aged loved ones does hurt, I have to honestly admit Jons death hit me in a way I could never imagine. a guy I grew up with ripped from our lives with out rhyme or reason. how could this possibly be he was the same age as me. and now hes gone, physically, but he still has a beat in our heart and memories in our minds. Hes painted some beautiful rainbows over the last year some Ive seen at some of the weirdest times. I remember one night I woke from a dream actually crying because it was so real I could have sworn he was right there. as I said before I love my beer and theres no doubt you ask anyone who knows me and I can knock em back and dont leave any standing. the one beer that managed to escape having the top popped from me was left in my basement after I cut my toes with the axe hidden away and I didnt discover it untill a few months after Jons passing. its the only beer that has survived being in my possession for more then a few hours. it has sat undisturbed for over a year now. waiting for when me and Jon were finally able to catch up for that one beer that we promised each other wed catch up for.
Posted on: Mon, 26 May 2014 05:52:09 +0000
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