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It's been a rough couple of days.
Started off Saturday a bit hung over, because![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
redstapler was in town, and that required a toast or three. After I got J off to work, I decided to do some coat shopping. I was off today and I figured that might be the better day to spend on the sofa. After fruitless trips to Syms and Century 21, I was browsing in Bloomingdales when I got phone call.
A really fucking bad phone call. The kind of phone call that you really never expect nor want to receive.
I have this friend Gyda, a lot of you know her. Gyda was supposed to marry her lovely fiance, Aaron, in about a month, down in the Cayman Islands.
Gyda's fiance died Saturday morning.
They were supposed to be visiting her dad's new place in New England this weekend, and he was supposed to be on a certain train at a certain time. When he wasn't, they called a friend to check on him. They'd discovered that Aaron, at 42 years of age, had passed away in his sleep.
We're all in shock. Her the worst of it, clearly.
I didn't know him super-well. He wasn't outgoing or gregarious - he actually played it pretty close to the vest most of the time. But I did know some important things about him. He was a super-sweet guy under a tough-seeming shell. He lacked pretension and bullshit. And most importantly, he loved my friend more than anything. His entire face changed when he smiled, but when he smiled at her? The world was almost a different place, you could tell. Over time, we learned we had a few things in common, especially since he was a huge fan of many of the cult tv shows I was. We'd bonded over Veronica Mars at least once when I expressed glee over seeing it on Gyda's shelf and she told me her seeing it was entirely Aaron's doing.
The other thing about Aaron was how talented he was. Both of them are heavily involved in the Brick Theater and I'd gotten to see him perform many times. He was a really gifted actor. I'd seen him do a number of very different kinds of things, and many times, he was the very best thing on the stage.
I wish I'd spoken to him more times with fewer beers in my system. You always think you're going to have more time.
My heart is breaking for Gyda right now. As she said over and over, between sobs, when I saw her on Saturday was that this was the worst thing ever...the worst thing imaginable. And I agree. I can't think of anything worse. Especially for someone as awesome, loyal, selfless and loving as Gyda is. I wish I could do more than feel for her, but right now that's all that can be done. And it sucks. She's one of the very best people I know, and I believed wholeheartedly that he was completely worthy of her. Neither of them deserved this. As one person kept saying at the gathering Saturday, they were both cheated out of a life together. And I think that sums it up.
Started off Saturday a bit hung over, because
redstapler was in town, and that required a toast or three. After I got J off to work, I decided to do some coat shopping. I was off today and I figured that might be the better day to spend on the sofa. After fruitless trips to Syms and Century 21, I was browsing in Bloomingdales when I got phone call.A really fucking bad phone call. The kind of phone call that you really never expect nor want to receive.
I have this friend Gyda, a lot of you know her. Gyda was supposed to marry her lovely fiance, Aaron, in about a month, down in the Cayman Islands.
Gyda's fiance died Saturday morning.
They were supposed to be visiting her dad's new place in New England this weekend, and he was supposed to be on a certain train at a certain time. When he wasn't, they called a friend to check on him. They'd discovered that Aaron, at 42 years of age, had passed away in his sleep.
We're all in shock. Her the worst of it, clearly.
I didn't know him super-well. He wasn't outgoing or gregarious - he actually played it pretty close to the vest most of the time. But I did know some important things about him. He was a super-sweet guy under a tough-seeming shell. He lacked pretension and bullshit. And most importantly, he loved my friend more than anything. His entire face changed when he smiled, but when he smiled at her? The world was almost a different place, you could tell. Over time, we learned we had a few things in common, especially since he was a huge fan of many of the cult tv shows I was. We'd bonded over Veronica Mars at least once when I expressed glee over seeing it on Gyda's shelf and she told me her seeing it was entirely Aaron's doing.
The other thing about Aaron was how talented he was. Both of them are heavily involved in the Brick Theater and I'd gotten to see him perform many times. He was a really gifted actor. I'd seen him do a number of very different kinds of things, and many times, he was the very best thing on the stage.
I wish I'd spoken to him more times with fewer beers in my system. You always think you're going to have more time.
My heart is breaking for Gyda right now. As she said over and over, between sobs, when I saw her on Saturday was that this was the worst thing ever...the worst thing imaginable. And I agree. I can't think of anything worse. Especially for someone as awesome, loyal, selfless and loving as Gyda is. I wish I could do more than feel for her, but right now that's all that can be done. And it sucks. She's one of the very best people I know, and I believed wholeheartedly that he was completely worthy of her. Neither of them deserved this. As one person kept saying at the gathering Saturday, they were both cheated out of a life together. And I think that sums it up.
