Here we go into a three day weekend. For some odd reason the County I work for seems to think that we want Columbus Day off. Don't get me wrong I do love a good long weekend; it would just be nice to have the day on a more important holiday.
Unfortunately I will be attending a friend’s funeral. He passed away on Monday from a senseless shooting. I wrote this right after he died and would like to share it with those who might care to read it.
My friend has gone
Big Show was one of the first people to accept me back to the sport of darts. He and I teamed together in one of the first tournaments I participated in when I returned after a three year layoff from the game. We won, we won big just like his name, and from there on out he loved me. Not just because we won, but because I loved and accepted him and the way he played. His game like him was bigger than life. Nothing and nobody was ever going to make him believe that he could not win at anything he did. His game on the board and in the minds of his opponents was big and could not be denied, not by me his partner and new found friend and most definitely not by those who thought they could be bigger than him. Someone tried to put Show down, they hurt him bad, anyone else would have never even made it to a hospital. Show held on for over a week. We all were told he would get through it.
Today I got a call. I could tell in my friend’s voice that there was going to be bad news I rushed out of work to listen to the news. They were pulling the plug on Big Show. The first thought to run through my mind was how, how can they do that don’t they know who he is; he is a fighter you can’t count him out no way no how is Show done. Standing there on the phone in the parking lot of work both my friend and I were in shock. It was then that I looked up and saw a huge eagle gliding on the air directly over my head; it was like the eagle was waiting for me to see it. My jaw dropped open as it slowly started to float away. I watched it glide never once flapping its wings for nearly half a mile. Not once in the whole time I saw it did that eagle seem to get smaller. That eagle like Big Show was bigger than life that eagle like Big Show represented more pride than one nation or one person in a million ever will or can and that eagle like Big Show was free to soar. Big Show wanted to soar he was too big for this world, and he is free. I will miss him, and I will always love and remember him for the way he played the game.
Unfortunately I will be attending a friend’s funeral. He passed away on Monday from a senseless shooting. I wrote this right after he died and would like to share it with those who might care to read it.
My friend has gone
Big Show was one of the first people to accept me back to the sport of darts. He and I teamed together in one of the first tournaments I participated in when I returned after a three year layoff from the game. We won, we won big just like his name, and from there on out he loved me. Not just because we won, but because I loved and accepted him and the way he played. His game like him was bigger than life. Nothing and nobody was ever going to make him believe that he could not win at anything he did. His game on the board and in the minds of his opponents was big and could not be denied, not by me his partner and new found friend and most definitely not by those who thought they could be bigger than him. Someone tried to put Show down, they hurt him bad, anyone else would have never even made it to a hospital. Show held on for over a week. We all were told he would get through it.
Today I got a call. I could tell in my friend’s voice that there was going to be bad news I rushed out of work to listen to the news. They were pulling the plug on Big Show. The first thought to run through my mind was how, how can they do that don’t they know who he is; he is a fighter you can’t count him out no way no how is Show done. Standing there on the phone in the parking lot of work both my friend and I were in shock. It was then that I looked up and saw a huge eagle gliding on the air directly over my head; it was like the eagle was waiting for me to see it. My jaw dropped open as it slowly started to float away. I watched it glide never once flapping its wings for nearly half a mile. Not once in the whole time I saw it did that eagle seem to get smaller. That eagle like Big Show was bigger than life that eagle like Big Show represented more pride than one nation or one person in a million ever will or can and that eagle like Big Show was free to soar. Big Show wanted to soar he was too big for this world, and he is free. I will miss him, and I will always love and remember him for the way he played the game.