Day 13 - Reminisce
Did you ever have a friend who really listened to you? Someone who would look you in the eye and actually hear what you had to say?
I had a friend like that. His name was Ed and he was a photographer. I met him at a party. We got into a discussion about whether I thought gay men should be allowed to adopt children. He and his then partner had thought about it.
After the party we would see each other downtown and one day Ed invited me to come up to his darkroom to see his pictures, so I did. I loved looking at all his photographs and later we went out for lunch.
I found out his birthday was the day before mine. No wonder we clicked. Ed liked to fix delicious meals and I got to be the recipient. We had long lunches with deep discussions. Several times we celebrated our birthdays together.
We were both into Primal Scream Therapy to heal our inner wounds and many times I would put music on to help him get into his feelings. So while he laid on his pad and sobbed I'd do the dishes and change the music. There was something about that time (early 70s) that was oddly fulfilling.
One day we went to the Mall with our Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls and pretended they were doing all the talking. It was funny how some people would say hi back to them while others scowled at us and told us to "grow up."
I had a friend like that. His name was Ed and he was a photographer. I met him at a party. We got into a discussion about whether I thought gay men should be allowed to adopt children. He and his then partner had thought about it.
After the party we would see each other downtown and one day Ed invited me to come up to his darkroom to see his pictures, so I did. I loved looking at all his photographs and later we went out for lunch.
I found out his birthday was the day before mine. No wonder we clicked. Ed liked to fix delicious meals and I got to be the recipient. We had long lunches with deep discussions. Several times we celebrated our birthdays together.
We were both into Primal Scream Therapy to heal our inner wounds and many times I would put music on to help him get into his feelings. So while he laid on his pad and sobbed I'd do the dishes and change the music. There was something about that time (early 70s) that was oddly fulfilling.
One day we went to the Mall with our Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls and pretended they were doing all the talking. It was funny how some people would say hi back to them while others scowled at us and told us to "grow up."
I was writing Confession stories then and the magazine that my story was published in had come out on the newsstand. Ed walked into the store that day and I showed him the magazine with my story in it. He picked up the magazine, opened it to my story and carried it around showing people in the store that I had written it. It was a bit embarrassing but fun too.
Ed's brother was a cafe singer in NYC and when he visited Ed he would play the piano for us and sing his songs.
Ed was in his late 40s and one day a mutual friend phoned me with the horrible news that Ed was dead. His brother had come to visit but didn't know where he was. Finally he found him dead in his studio. I was heartbroken as were his other friends. Ed was working on a photo exhibit and wanted me to write his press release which turned into his obituary. There were rumors about how he died but only his brother knew for sure. I still miss Ed and hope he is the first one I meet when I die.
Ed's brother was a cafe singer in NYC and when he visited Ed he would play the piano for us and sing his songs.
Ed was in his late 40s and one day a mutual friend phoned me with the horrible news that Ed was dead. His brother had come to visit but didn't know where he was. Finally he found him dead in his studio. I was heartbroken as were his other friends. Ed was working on a photo exhibit and wanted me to write his press release which turned into his obituary. There were rumors about how he died but only his brother knew for sure. I still miss Ed and hope he is the first one I meet when I die.
RIP Dear Friend
