I hate having to speak of such sad topics, however, Jordan Radish was my best friend, as well as someone I looked up to. I feel the need to write about him in respect.
I keep having dreams about him being here. Then I wake up ridiculously sad, and it leaves me emotional the majority of the morning (or dare I say mourning because that's what all of us have been doing for the past month and a half). I dreamt of him being back here for one last week before his passing. I dreamt of all of us making the best of it. He didn't know he was going in the dream, but we all did. I remember being my usual spastic self slipping about it in conversation, which left him baffled about what had come out of my mouth. Luckily, I remember it was blown off ten seconds later. All of his friends were there. We were all giving him the best week ever. I can't quite remember the whole dream verbatim, of course, but it was nice.
I hated the part of awakening from it all. I hated getting back into reality knowing he's not here to his give his enthusiastic little chemistry lectures and to speak some Japanese with me. I miss listening to classical, and the acoustic bands we used to listen to together. My iPod made me so sad for a while because half the stuff on it reminded me of him. Yet I felt the need to listen to it all intentionally.
I wish life could be like Alice in Wonderland. Just as she can take that bite to make her grow, I would love to eat a magical piece of Ethiopian cuisine (one of his favourites) and he would magically come back. I wish it could be just as the flute is played and that snake dances out of the basket, a magical oboe can be played to make him magically waltz into the room. I would do anything to get my best friend back.
Well, I'm going to make this shorter and more simple than some posts. For we can all write a series of such awesome things about Jobo. He was just that great of a person, and would've been someone spectacular. Rest in Peace buddy.
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