Wednesday, February 22, 2012
An open letter to Jason
Above is a photo of my old dorm at Emerson College (sold by the college it is apparently one of the most expensive condos in Boston.)
When I think of college I think of 100 Beacon, the dorm where I lived, and my friends, many of whom moved to Los Angeles to pursue a career in the entertainment industry just like I did in the early 1990s.
There are some friends that I honestly can't recall how we met, but it feels like we have been friends forever. That is how I feel about many of my fellow Emersonians, including my friend Jason.
Jason is one of those friends who you will always be friends with, that no matter how many years have passed, you will pick up just where you left off the last time you have seen them, even if you can't recall how long ago that was.
Jason was the first person I went to Las Vegas with. Riding in his white Mazda Miata, convinced that we would never survive the trip in such a small vehicle. Obviously we did.
Coming from Emerson, a school renowned for its tv and film production it made myself and others laugh when Jason became a production accountant for feature films (Emersonians are not known for their math skills, its kind of an inside joke.)
I don't recall the year that I met his then girlfriend Sharon, but I do remember it was in a production office, perhaps on the Paramount lot. Weird how some memories stick with you and others float away.
Today I was on facebook during the show. I read something from one of my college classmates living in LA:
Last night, A friend passed away after a long battle with cancer. She was loved and will be missed. She leaves behind a loving and dedicated husband, my good friend. Sometimes I get so caught up in my daily life that I tend to lose touch with what's really important. Cherish what you have and let your family and friends know that you love them. Life's too short.
It took me a few minutes to realize he was talking about Jason's wife Sharon, who had been battling cancer for quite some time.
Now as a cancer survivor people always try to shield you from others cancer.
I had no idea how bad it was with Jason's wife.
I moved away from Los Angeles in 2004, so Jason and I only really connect, like most people, via email and facebook, the way of the world now I suppose.
I know Sharon and he loved each other, I could tell when I met her oh so long ago.
If I could make it to LA to see my friend (finances or lack thereof are a stumbling block) I would tell him to remember the good times, that is what Sharon would have wanted.
Waking up tomorrow will be hard I know.
I have lost many friends to cancer but not someone that lived within my heart and soul.
The sun may shine brightly, but everything may seem dark, because she is not there.
For some reason Sharon's loss resonated deeply within me. Probably because you are my friend, and I know you are hurting.
I read your facebook note to Sharon, and it was hard to fight back the tears: