If there is any consolation in your passing, it is that you went doing what you loved best. If you had to go young, then this was the best way. But still, why?
There was a time when I depended on you solely. It was your arms that hugged me when I felt everything was lost. It was you and I that made the pact to stick it out together. We were a team. You were the humor and I was the logic and together we could do anything.
You taught me about hiking, how to get my footing, how to breath and rest through high elevation. I made you banana pudding.
I don’t think I was wrong for letting our friendship go last year. You had been such a jerk. I didn’t we could ever really recover from that.
You could be such an asshole, so crude, so over the line. And yet, of course, that was part of your charm. You were my friend and I’m sorry you’re gone.
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3 thoughts on “Justin”
Damn. This is the first I’ve heard of this news and it’s sad news to hear. The second time this summer a radical-outdoors-type person I know has died while doing their thing. I’ll always hold a memory of Justin helping me step over the narrow bit on to the Elephant Head.
I think a lot of us have a similar memory of being helped up to Elephant Head by Justin. He was something else for sure. I should have emailed you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. Hope you’re good.
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