“jarret wade says:
Sounds good man, we’ve been pretty mild as far as the temps go up here. We wont see snow (if we see any) until late Jan/Feb. Glad you’re out and about bro.
This is the last I heard from Jaret. He died Saturday. I can’t claim to have known him, yet he and I spoke quite a bit. We talked about God and faith and what this life ultimately meant. Mortality and health. Topics that people our age don’t tend to discuss.
I heard that Jarret died on Saturday and have had a hard time getting my mind on much else. I’ve spent several days Googling his name and thinking about our conversations. Death is so final, and yet it seems like such a minute step.
For some reason I feel such a sense of peace when I think of Jarret. When I was done with my treatment I remember emailing with him and he was saying how I had things so much worse than he did. I said he was crazy. He disagreed because I had just lost my leg and he couldn’t imagine going through something like that. I guess we all see the struggles of others as something worse than what we are dealing with ourselves.
My conversations with Jarret have been a blessing in my life. He told me that the messages I conveyed to him were God-sent, but he never realized what his conversations meant to me. I pray for Jarret’s family and girlfriend.
I don’t pray for Jarret because I know exactly where he is.