Thursday, June 25, 2009

Requiescat In Pace, Patrick.

Many, many years ago there was an apartment in West Palm Beach inhabited by three squires. Duke, Turtle, and Pat. Duke moved out, and another squire, yours truly, moved in. Pat was a quiet(though his lady wasn't)roomie, quick to laugh, or even cry, and was a truly good guy. I'll never forget the day that I came home one afternoon to find him on the back porch drilling holes in his brand new metal shield. He was using my drill, and dripping in sweat. He informed me that the shield was tougher than he thought since he only had three of six holes drilled, and had already burned up two titanium bits. I observed him drilling, then reached down and quietly flipped a switch on the drill's handle. As understanding dawned on Pat he growled at me, "You mean this thing goes BACKWARDS!" As I ran for cover I tried to help him feel better for having drilled three holes with the drill in reverse. The rest of the holes took mere seconds, and we eventually had a good laugh. I tell that tale at least once a year in my Stagecraft class. I also remember the time he came out of his room in tears because he had broken a lamp that had belonged to a departed relative. He was a man of deep feelings and compassion.

Here is how we all looked back then. Pat is the one on the far left:


Actually, to be fair, this is probably a better representation of us:


I eventually moved out, and the waters of time grew wide twixt Pat and me. Then, in Jaunary of 2001 my then girlfriend now wife and I attended an SCA event in Tampa. I was wandering over to the fighting when a voice cried out 'Wihtgar!' and an armored man crushed me in a bear hug. It was Pat, not looking very much changed by the nearly two decades since last we met. We laughed and whooped, and he informed me that he was getting married at that event and elicited my promise to attend. It was a beautiful service, and a grand way to rekindle an old friendship.

Over the years since we have corresponded via email, and encountered each other at the odd event I would attend, but neither of us really went too far out of our way to get together. I guess we figured there was always time. As you must know from the title of this post there wasn't. Not anymore. Pat died quite unexpectedly on Tuesday. He was younger than me, though I'm not sure by how much, and if there is a Valhalla I hope I get to give him shit about that someday.

He would, I'm sure, appreciate the humor in that.

Goodbye, Lord Parlan. You may not have been perfect, but you were certainly one of the best among us. I only wish I had told you that when you could hear it.

Marius

10 comments:

Monkey said...

I am very sorry to read this. I know you have been having a very tough year. Sending warm thoughts your way.

celebhith said...

I'm so very sorry to hear about yet another loss in your life. As you noted in your last line, you wished you had told him when he could hear it, please believe he hears you now. And also, this is why I wish to say to you now, Marius, I love you dearly. Always have and always will.

Turtle said...

I am still reeling in shock and disbelief.

And just so it doesn't go unsaid, I love you, old friend.

Anonymous said...

Sorry for your loss. As I am still in Pineville, I can't tell another guy that I love him. Hang in there, do something nice for his family/friends/favorite cause.
Doug

Alysoun said...

(hangs head)

Getting tired of raising toasts to old friends who are not there to toast us back...

Sad hugs,
Alysoun

weathereye said...

That's a beautiful tribute, and paints a real picture of the man.

flurrious said...

I'm so sorry. You have had more than your share of loss this past year.

Rosebuckle said...

Oh Marius, I am so sorry. I will second celebhith, he knows how much you care.
Holding you in my heart....

Rhonda said...

That I remember him as well as I do given the short time I knew him just shows how true your description is...the world is a slightly sadder place for his loss. He was a gentle soul,and I know a true friend. And if I haven't said it lately, love you, old friend, despite the time and miles...

Stinkypaw said...

Sorry for your loss. When it rain it pours, doesn't it?