Blessed to have known.

So there’s this thing, a blogging thing, if I deciphered the acronym right, that encourages bloggers in the month of November to post once a day every day.  I think I’ll try it.  It’s a lofty goal I think.  Especially considering that it’s the second day of the month and well, I missed a day already.  Hold me to it, interwebz.  I’ll give it a shot.

My dear friend, Matty Kamprath passed away Saturday morning.  The last week or so has filled Facebook with stories of his assorted capers and pictures of him all irreverent like.  To quote one of his fellow actors and best friends: “The earth is considerably less funny today because we have lost him.” 

It’s kind of unreal.  I mean, I have experienced death in its most visceral forms.  I have seen it and touched it and smelled it.  I was there at that moment.  Twice.  And yet, the shock of knowing that I will never see my friend again is new.  It’s like I don’t know what to do.  How to behave.  How to properly mourn and remember.

I consider myself blessed because I knew him, for sure.  He had lots and lots of friends.  And even more fans.  He probably never knew (do we ever really know?) how many.  But I get to say that I knew him.  That I got one of his quirky little smiles and a pet name from him.  I loved discussing politics and history with him.  I loved talking theatre and all the “kids these days…” stories. 

I consider myself blessed.  And I have been smiling a little to myself because Stephen knew him too.  And Stephen knew how I felt about him.  And Matty made Stephen laugh every time we saw him.  And I am thinking about the two of them together: dick jokes and beer and ponderosa pine trees.  Guys.  Being guys together.  I don’t know if it’s true.  I’d like to believe it and I will believe it because I don’t know any different.

On a different, lighter, note:  I had a kidney ultrasound today.  I had a UTI and some residual pain won’t go away.  They were looking for stones (there were none) and found an inflamed kidney, probably from an infection.  So I got orders to drink water until I float and finish my antibiotics and check in two weeks for a repeat.  I’m glad it’s not stones but I hope this clears up. 

 I sooooo don’t have time for this.  I have a funeral to go to.  And that pesky middle school show at the children’s theatre.  Oh, and then there’s that full-time mommy gig.  I really don’t know where I would fit in a problem with a major organ.  (Heh, heh…organ…)