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No Man is an Island...
Aug. 3rd, 2004 10:18 pmProbably one of the best men I've ever known has died. ( http://www.thedailypress.com ; http://www.thedailypress.com/artman/publish/article_1411.shtml )
Lawrence Churchill was my boss for three years. He was also probably the best friend I had in Silver until I started college. He was unendingly patient, no matter how obnoxious I got. He took care of me, gave me a place to hide from my mother and, more importantly, a listening ear. When I used to say I didn't believe in love and NEVER wanted to get married he'd say "that's just because you've never been in love." Which made me both infuriated, and want to defy the odds and find that absolutely perfect person so that he could be insanely pleased for me.
We were August buddies. His birthday on the 18th and mine on the 9th. "August people are naturally superior" was a running joke. We also adored our Mac's, thought they were superior to any other form of technology on the planet. Jones Soda, Bonkheads, Elizabeth Peters. The only thing we REALLY differed on was music. Even our tastes in classical differed. His favorite thing in the world to listen to was circus and marching band music. "It's just so cheerful!" he'd say.
I tried to see him twice in December when I went home. I wanted to tell him how much I appreciated him, how much he'd meant to me, but as always if you didn't catch him at just the right moment there was no hope. He ran several businesses and everyone had a demand on his time. Still he did try to make a bit of time for me, but events conspired against us and I left without seeing him for more than a few minutes.
I was looking forward to seeing him when I went home in September.
Every day, in every way he showed me the love of christ in a way most christians may only do once or twice in their lives. He was amazing. He will be missed.
I will miss him.
Lawrence Churchill was my boss for three years. He was also probably the best friend I had in Silver until I started college. He was unendingly patient, no matter how obnoxious I got. He took care of me, gave me a place to hide from my mother and, more importantly, a listening ear. When I used to say I didn't believe in love and NEVER wanted to get married he'd say "that's just because you've never been in love." Which made me both infuriated, and want to defy the odds and find that absolutely perfect person so that he could be insanely pleased for me.
We were August buddies. His birthday on the 18th and mine on the 9th. "August people are naturally superior" was a running joke. We also adored our Mac's, thought they were superior to any other form of technology on the planet. Jones Soda, Bonkheads, Elizabeth Peters. The only thing we REALLY differed on was music. Even our tastes in classical differed. His favorite thing in the world to listen to was circus and marching band music. "It's just so cheerful!" he'd say.
I tried to see him twice in December when I went home. I wanted to tell him how much I appreciated him, how much he'd meant to me, but as always if you didn't catch him at just the right moment there was no hope. He ran several businesses and everyone had a demand on his time. Still he did try to make a bit of time for me, but events conspired against us and I left without seeing him for more than a few minutes.
I was looking forward to seeing him when I went home in September.
Every day, in every way he showed me the love of christ in a way most christians may only do once or twice in their lives. He was amazing. He will be missed.
I will miss him.
