Trying To Figure It Out
This past weekend, my boys and I lost our best friend, Enoch “Trey” Tims III, in a tragic car accident. All of us received the news on Saturday and all of us are still trying to make sense of it in our own way. I know personally, I have been in an emotional stupor since I received the news, trying to figure out just, everything, man.
Originally, I had this idea to do something on male friendship. How important it is to all men, how important it is to me, but so far, I can’t do anything but think about the fact that my boy is no longer with the rest of my boys. There’s one less of us, and that’s a tough pill to swallow. I want to write through it, like I do most of my life, but I can’t, not right at this moment.
Sometime today (or maybe tomorrow), I’m going to get it together, and write something. It might be about him, it might be about something else, but right now, I have nothing to say except for this:
People who found out about my loss have emailed me, texted me, DM’d me and whenever they have, they always preface it by saying, “Sorry for reaching out to you like this, but…” DON’T BE SORRY. Never ever underestimate what the power of words can do.
I am not one of those people who separates the way a message was delivered from the message itself. I appreciate all the condolences given no matter where they come from. Others may feel differently about this, but I don’t. Shit, I need the words. I need the love. They’re all I got right now.
So thank you to all who have reached out. Your texts, emails, direct messages, Facebook wall posts, and BBMs, are all appreciated, kept, and read repeatedly.
As for my boys and I, we’re going to make it through this the way we’ve made it through the past ten years of our friendship. Together.