A best friend of five years passed away last Friday. It’s been very difficult for me to find words for it. I have a couple different ideas in mind, but I still feel like it hasn’t all quite settled in on me yet. All who knew him have formed a large circle of support for each other, though, which has been extremely helpful. The important part is to remember the good times – our week in New Orleans and how we loved it so much we almost didn’t come home, our race for more and more tattoos, our original roommatehood and its sequel, our coffees at sunrise. He would lead one to epiphanies whether or not you wanted him to, he was a ruthless debater (because he was never entirely wrong), and he was supportive and encouraging of many of our close circle of friends when they had questions regarding their spirituality. There will never be another person like him. He was endlessly generous and always knew how to cheer someone up, but always kept you on your toes. I guess these are indeed some words about him, but there’s still so much that could never be explained in the right way. There is no doubt that he was the brightest star in many of our lives, and will be missed more than he could ever have imagined.
Wherever you are, Jay, I hope you’re feeling better, and as I promised you, I will do my best to do you proud. Rest in peace, my Lestat, my dearest friend and greatest inspiration.

Jay
May 10, 1983 – May 14, 2010
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