In life there are people whose path we cross, that are bright spots. Whose energy, humor, respect, and friendship add joy to your life.
We didn't see each other often, but when we did, it was always a fun connection.
We met through my speaking out, and Art.
I entered into his space, the helping community.
Unsure, nervous and yet bold.
I had words to say and art to share.
He listened, understood, admired and reached out.
We collaborated, and my Story Line quilts were hung up at Copper Country Mental Health; and still hang there today, about 4 years later.
He got me and my art.
And, I felt seen and heard by him.
He came to most of my speaking events.
He was there when others were not.
It was always so comforting to see his smiling face in the audience.
His kind approval mattered.
He would say he had the honor of being my biggest fan.
It was a mutual club, for I was his too.
We connected over family that were distant to each of us.
He just got it, for it was his experience too.
Our common ground, and mutual love and respect was a comfort for each of us.
I really cannot believe he's gone.
How can this be possible?
When I think of a kind gentle loving funny soul, I think of him.
I am forever grateful to have shared moments on our journeys together.
I don't know where you go when your body passes.
But, wherever you are, I hope you have all the love you gave.
Know that you made a difference in my life.
You gave me courage and friendship when I needed them both.
You helped me grow, by seeing a bigger potential than I saw within.
I loved your utter confidence in being simply you.
A you that was you, always.
I will miss you Joseph Freed.
My forever friend.
My buddy.
Oh, Joe.
My world is sadder without you in it.
