Tuesday, December 29, 2009

The Man on the Bar Stool

Sometimes the force of a person's personality is far greater than themselves. Does that make sense, Company? This is sort of a hard concept to explain, so please bear with me as I try to search for the words. There are people in this world who through just their way of being, just the person that they are, extend themselves far beyond the personal sphere. They have an effect on people far and wide, some of whom they have barely had contact with. It might be in how they are. Maybe they did some small favor or act that was reflected much more immensely in the eyes of the other person. Whatever. There are just some people who have that thing about them, you know?
I only met the man on the bar stool once. And yes, he was a little drunk but that's okay, that how people are in the bar. It didn't manner. You could tell that he was one of those people who are far greater than themselves. You could just tell that he was huge in the way he is. I mean, it says something that I have only met him once and here I am waxing poetic. So there he was, the life of the party, one of the most affable and comforting personalities that I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. It was great, and I am somewhat sad that I could only meet him the one time.
I have, however, heard many stories, and they serve as an immense store of backup in shoring up that monster personality, that monster being that the man had, the presence of personality that surrounded him at all time. We are finding out now, however, just how that force of personality is a double edged sword sometimes. See, the man on the bar stool, just through him being the way he was, effected so many people in so many good ways. And he had an effect on those close to him that could not be measured. But now that he is no longer with us, the hole left seems that much larger and gaping. Especially for those who had the fortune of being close.
I am not saying that the man on the bar stool should not be mourned, that would be preposterous. He should be. And he will be. However, in time there should be comfort in just how many lives he touched in such a tremendous way. The fact that someday I will be the man on the bar stool, reflecting on the time I met the man on the bar stool, or relating a story about the man on the bar stool, speaks volumes to the man that he was. To the person that he was. The fact that one meeting in I am feeling this sort of blanket of sadness as much for the fact that he will no longer be impacting the world as much as it is for those who have truly lost this man speaks volumes. While the man on the bar stool is gone, may his memory and that undeniable personality continue to live on forever. Rest in peace.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Wow, with tears streaming down my face, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for the kind words about my father.