I don’t even know where to begin, or what to say. 20 years of friendship, gone. I miss Shawn. I can’t begin to explain this tragedy, and the pain, it’s just too much to bare. My body is numb, I feel as if I was kicked in the stomach.
This morning, when I heard the news , I immediately called Shawn’s cell and land line booth, only to hear his recorded voice message and the answering machine. To me he still sounded alive, full of life, I wanted him to still be here. I kept calling the numbers to hear his voice on his greeting message, it sounded so full of life. I was trying to convince myself he was not gone.
Tonight, I was at Shawn’s house with his brother Joe, reminiscing about Shawn, we felt emotions of joy, as well as deep, deep sadness. I want to remember Shawn happy, running around his house playing Peter Tosh records, showing me all the great new things he picked up on his travels around the world, drinking tea with him in his kitchen, looking at books, playing more reggae records, talking about impending revolution, I want to remember my dear friend at peace…finally at peace.
I love you Shawn. Safe journeys comrade.
