Wish You Were Here

I couldn't face it

I couldn't face this place

Or rather I didn't want to 

 

After such a significant loss

After such a significant life 

Such a beautiful caring life 

Left our lives

 

I could not focus on anything

We all know we had no words

No words of value

Especially me

 

I was so entirely honored when he asked for my insight into his chapters, into one of his books. I am so proud to have met a man of such caliber. A man who spoke so highly of the woman of his dreams. Who spoke highly of women, period. 

 

A man who spoke respectfully to you, not abrasively at you, nor presumptuously—ever. 

 

I still cannot believe he is not here "calming" our fires yet stoking our embers AND constantly encouraging us to write intelligently. Yes, that's right, intelligently. 

 

My loving and nurturing heart is broken for the loss and shock, I can only imagine, his entire family is (and has been) enduring. My obstinacy and pragmatic heart reads here and longs for his words to grace our community "here". 

 

In the simple words of Pink Floyd

Wish You Were Here, Pastor Mike, I think you know exactly how much. 

 

Love,

DFTC

 

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Comments (15)

  1. firewalker

    Exactly

    June 04, 2016
    1. drivefaastakechances

      exactly to you too. Thank you.

      June 06, 2016
  2. funfreak

    So true. His was a voice that inspired, calmed, reasoned. He was funny and sweet and creative. He was the best of our little community.

    June 04, 2016
    1. drivefaastakechances

      Said so, so perfectly, Jo. I love that we could always write what we feel and he encourage and pressed us with assignment.

      June 06, 2016
  3. scarletts_letters

    I actually think about him often, we used to PM quite a lot, he was fascinating, the guy had actually really lived. It’s a strange thing but I had more in common with that guy than anyone I’ve met online. This place really needed him here. He was an awesome man and thoughts is not the same without him.

    June 05, 2016
    1. drivefaastakechances

      You felt in common, how so, dear—Thank you for commenting, Scar, your words feel true.

      June 06, 2016
      1. scarletts_letters

        He’d been a hobo, it’s not a lot of people who know what it’s like to have lived rough, there’s not a lot further down to go, and I think, or I feel anyway – that if you are going to talk about something you have to know from experience otherwise its touristy – vicarious you know? There are cues people use in trying to relate to someone outside their experience that they use, you see it a lot, they mean well but actually its that they are fascinated and grossed out like people who watch reality TV, I got none of that from him. He spoke straight, asked directly when he said stuff it hit the mark.

        June 07, 2016
        1. drivefaastakechances

          Yes, That is true. How do you see yourself similar?

          June 07, 2016
          1. scarletts_letters

            When I ran from the shelter I spent some time on the street, two religious organisations helped me out, and offered me their faith, in some ways I wish I could have taken it up, I just have none, I doubt anything would change that but thats OT. After that I would up in juvenile detention and then prostitution, I know what it’s like to be outside, which is what it is not to have a home or family, you feel marked but there is a kind of kinship with others that have been through it, kind of honour amongst thieves if you will. When we spoke he got it, he seemed to understand why I did what I did and didn’t try to rationalise it or offer absolution, there is none for it, despite what people think. Everything after comes from within, by that I mean recovering, rejoining the community – I don’t quite know how to put that.

            June 09, 2016
            1. drivefaastakechances

              Thank you for your clarity. I agree he was a man who wanted to understand, to gain perspective. Whether it was his book or other he was learning, processing, keeping an open mind; and because he was pastor we trusted that—we became ourselves around him, we let ourselves be, inherently.

              June 18, 2016
            2. scarletts_letters

              He did this series called Sermon on the Mount, I spoke to him about it, he said most Christians don’t get that life’s path is difficult, I’m not religious but it was interesting you should have a look, for me it was nice to see someone put their money where their mouth is in that sense, he didn’t only talk the talk, he wasn’t as meek as people think he was, the guy was tough and he was tough on himself as well.

              June 28, 2016
            3. drivefaastakechances

              I agree. He pushed us and made us better.

              June 28, 2016
  4. ZenGen

    He was one of a kind and one kind man was he. So blessed to have met him and so grateful for having crossed his path. It is true, this place will never be the same without Preacherman…

    June 06, 2016
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    July 25, 2016