His name doesn’t matter. I found an old resume of mine, and I’m talking really old, and he was listed as a reference. We lost touch at least 33 years ago, but this dear friend was important enough to have been listed on my resume on my initial job searches in Atlanta. He didn’t want me to move.
As soon as my mother reads this, she is going to call me. “Who are you talking abou?” I’m not going to tell her. I’m not even going to talk about it any further. I’m going to savor the memory of this friendship, 30+ years ago, and remember fondly a larger than life person who passed away in 2016. Some memories should just be savored and maybe woven anonymously into a book or something.
Our first meeting was not was by chance. Someone recommended I contact him. He was a valuable resource. He restored my self confidence and opened doors I couldn’t have opened alone. I was in awe of him. He couldn’t believe I was a commercial pilot and flight instructor, plus a nurse, and he respected my intelligence. He was kind and generous and a gentleman. I was vulnerable but he did not take advantage of that. He was older but he treated me as an equal. He respected my opinion. He introduced me to jazz.
So many fond memories! His faith in me empowered me and helped make me become the person I am today. I wouldn’t be where I am today without him. I will always remember that.
I found his obituary last night. He was preceded in death by his wife of 27 years. She came along 5 years after I left so I didn’t know her, but I wish I had. He was a good person was well remembered by all.
Rest in peace, my friend.