This isn’t a trip I want to take and the weather is appropriately glum, chilly and rainy. I’d rather be looking forward to hanging out with my girlfriends where all sorts of hilarity are bound to ensue. Instead, I’m going to a memorial for Bart Rolfes, meet other FOB (Friends of Bart), share stories and say goodbye. A part of me hopes that he’ll pop up and surprise us in some freaky day-before-April-Fool’s joke but the reality is that he is gone… gone too soon and too young, at the age of 41.
Before leaving I look at my blogs from 2006 when we met in person (after making each other’s acquaintance online during the late fall of 2005) and dated. They still make me smile although a long term romantic relationship was not in the cards for us. They were wonderful memories and I cherish the friendship that remained until the day he left this world.
Rest in peace, Bart. There’s so much about you I will miss.