Ave atque vale

by michelle on December 20, 2011 · 2 comments

Today, the skies were grey. As if the skies knew that an amazing and wonderful person would never bring laughter to his friends again.

Because my dear friend died on Monday, a friend as dear as any family member.

He made working at Starbucks a joy. Shifts worked with him would fly by, because if there weren’t jokes flying, there was good, quality conversation to be had about a great many subjects. Women in comics? Historical significance of architecture in Augustus’s rule in Rome? The eternal debate of Spiderman vs Batman? Cultural significance of crap movies? Evil Dead quotes? Discussions of a great many of science fiction books and movies?

He understood me like few others do. I’d met very few people with so many similar interests in common. My crazy sense of humor? Matched his. We could go from making jokes about Agrippa to making jokes worthy of 14 year old boys without skipping a beat. TWSS? Yeah. More “that’s what she saids” than really should be legal.

5 a.m. was never miserable with him around.

I’m quite sorry to say that after having Jonas, we didn’t talk as much as we used to. It was easy to talk when we were thrown together in the coffee mines for 30 hours plus a week. But after our lives took two completely different paths, it became harder to see him. I will eternally regret not having made more of an effort to have regular contact with my friend.

To my true friend, you will be deeply missed. My heart aches for my loss, because your absence in my life is absolutely a great loss.

Carmen 101, Catullus

Multas per gentes et multa per aequora vectus
advenio has miseras, frater, ad inferias,
ut te postremo donarem munere mortis
et mutam nequiquam alloquerer cinerem.
Quandoquidem fortuna mihi tete abstulit ipsum.
Heu miser indigne frater adempte mihi,
nunc tamen interea haec, prisco quae more parentum
tradita sunt tristi munere ad inferias,
accipe fraterno multum manantia fletu,
atque in perpetuum, frater, ave atque vale.

Carried through many nations and over many seas,
I arrive, brother, for these miserable funeral rites
So that I might grant the final service for the dead
and speak in vain to your silent ashes,
since Fortune has deprived me of you in the flesh
Ah, poor brother, underservedly lost to me,
now at least for the meantime, these things
which in the time-honored way of our ancestors
are handed down in a mournful service for the rites
receive, utterly sodden by a brother’s tears
and for eternity, brother, a tribute and farewell.

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Ashley // Our Little Apartment December 20, 2011 at 6:42 pm

­čÖü Thinking of you, Michelle.

Elizabeth December 21, 2011 at 6:15 pm

I’m so sad for you. You’re in my thoughts.

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