I saw this on Boyde’s desk the last time I visited. I knew what it meant right away. It was his time. I didn’t really want to acknowledge this sign. It meant another shift in my life I wasn’t ready for. A reliable source of positive energy I fed off of, one that helped center myself, and realize the truest of perspectives. Emotion was inevitable for me as I read this message he had set out undoubtedly to be seen. To know Boyde was to know that his wit was timely- this message was important to him, planned out, and that he wanted his death to carry this outlook alone. I found strength in this perception and knew that I had a responsibility. It was what he wanted, so honor it. Pay it forward the same way he paid it forward with me.
On Wednesday plans to go visit him one last time we’re cut short by a text. I felt lonely and sick of the heart. I lost it at times but the friends I know picked me up higher than I deserve. I buried my head in good deeds (and CrossFit) instead of my own sorrows and took the initiative to be kind more than normal. Ive missed that old man every day since, but I let him go and I know that at last his soul is free.