When I was a disgruntled barista at a cafe in Brooklyn, guy walked in and ordered a sandwich. After I rang him up, he asked me if he could get sprouts and avocado on that. I looked him dead in the eye and said, “sir, this is the east coast”
One of my best friends, who was like a brother to me, ended his life last weekend. I have been completely devastated this entire week. This is the most pain I’ve ever felt in my life, and I say this living with Fibromyalgia…
One of the hardest parts of this has been knowing that Jamie’s mother, who had been battling with Cystic Fibrosis all of her life, and finally received a lung transplant and is starting to feel healthy again, has to bury her son. What’s worried me even more is that she is living off of very little money and has also been supporting her twin children on next to nothing. Despite all of that, she is one of the kindest, most positive people that you’d ever meet. One Easter she dropped an Easter basket off at our lil punk house, because she knew we didn’t have the kind of families that would do that. She’s fed me and taken me into her home when I was younger, because I was leaving an abusive relationship. I loved her son unconditionally and she taught him that unconditional love, which she had also shown me. She helped from the beautiful young man that was one of my dearest and closest friends for 16 years.
I’m extremely moved to see that someone has started a fundraiser to help her with the financial weight that goes along with the weight of burying a child. If any of you could contribute anything at all to this fund, it would mean the World to me. If you knew Jamie or not. If you could pass along the information, I’d greatly appreciate it too.
The only solace I am finding right now is knowing that there is a good support system and that his family is being helped. I know, more than anything else, that this is what he would have wanted. He loved his mother so much. He was one of the lucky ones, to have such a loving family. I loved him so much.
Thank you for reading and thank you for your help.
"I can’t stand moral absolutism. You know, there’s always that guy who wants to point out that Martin Luther King cheated on his wife— as if he obviously couldn’t have been a great person if he did something like that. Or someone will bring out an inspirational quote, and get you to agree, and then inform you that Hitler said it. As if a good thought couldn’t come from Hitler. Moral absolutism keeps us from learning from the past. It’s easy to say: ‘Hitler was a demon. Nazis were all bad seeds.’ That’s simple. It’s much harder to say: ‘Is that humanity? Is that me?’"