My friend just died.
We were tight in the 80’s in Fairfax.
We worked together at The Good Earth Natural Food Store when it was on Bolinas Road.
We ate together at Wildwood Cafe.
We watched Purple Rain a dozen times!
He ‘turned me on’ to some fun dance disco music (Pointer Sisters) when dancing was my passion..and World Beat bands ruled Marin (think Freaky Executives, Big City, Looters). Although he never danced with me.
He taped the whole Bob Marley collection for me.
He was a complicated man, spiritual, musician, and chef.
He knew me in ways no one else ever has, he had that knack to get at the core quickly.
We lost touch when I moved to Humboldt in 1990, I only saw him once since then probably in ’92?
We reconnected last year on Facebook.
He emailed me last month and said he had a stroke but was healed miraculously.
He died yesterday, December 14, 2010.
Of course I am sad. Crying actually.
One of the things death brings up for me is not only do we miss the ones who left, they took with them the memories and knowledge of who we were to them (a part of who we are).
No one else has those memories of me now, ‘cept for myself of course. So it does feel like a piece of me died too.
Mahanaim Satya (Kenneth Jenkins)
23 June 1945 – 14 December 2010