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inmemoryofjasonI don't know that I have any photos of Jay - I'll have to go digging.
But I do have memories.
We met in LOTR fandom, probably late 2004 or early 2005 if I had to guess. We dated for awhile - didn't work out in the end, I think we were after different things, but we loved each other and that stayed even when we couldn't be a couple anymore. I knew he was someone special, though; he worked out how to send me roses on Valentine's Day, a plot involving transatlantic florists, heaps of phone calls, the German faculty office at my uni and so very much love that I didn't quite know what to do with it all.
We both had a lot of figuring ourselves out to do when we met. I'm lucky to have had his ear whenever I needed to talk something out, and I hope maybe I did as well in return. We shared two very special concerts, Queen in Vancouver and Def Leppard in Newcastle; I assisted in the acquisition of his first tattoo; we talked a lot and hugged a lot and left a lot of silly and soppy and lovely voicemails on each other's phones when hugging wasn't possible, and emails when voicemails weren't possible, and letters just because they were nice. We bounced from fandom to fandom together, and dragged each other into one or two we wouldn't have been in on our own. We wrote together, dozens of stories, hundreds of thousands of words - at, for, and with each other. He was generous with his time and energy even when he should maybe have been less so; that's who he was.
He was a dear and true friend. I loved him. Everyone who got to know him, I think, loved him for all the same reasons I did, and he genuinely loved us all back, and that's what I'll remember most about him.
James, I can't imagine what you're dealing with right now, but I love you too and I'm so very sorry. I know he would've wanted us all to make sure you knew we were here for you; if there's anything I can do, don't hesitate to ask.
But I do have memories.
We met in LOTR fandom, probably late 2004 or early 2005 if I had to guess. We dated for awhile - didn't work out in the end, I think we were after different things, but we loved each other and that stayed even when we couldn't be a couple anymore. I knew he was someone special, though; he worked out how to send me roses on Valentine's Day, a plot involving transatlantic florists, heaps of phone calls, the German faculty office at my uni and so very much love that I didn't quite know what to do with it all.
We both had a lot of figuring ourselves out to do when we met. I'm lucky to have had his ear whenever I needed to talk something out, and I hope maybe I did as well in return. We shared two very special concerts, Queen in Vancouver and Def Leppard in Newcastle; I assisted in the acquisition of his first tattoo; we talked a lot and hugged a lot and left a lot of silly and soppy and lovely voicemails on each other's phones when hugging wasn't possible, and emails when voicemails weren't possible, and letters just because they were nice. We bounced from fandom to fandom together, and dragged each other into one or two we wouldn't have been in on our own. We wrote together, dozens of stories, hundreds of thousands of words - at, for, and with each other. He was generous with his time and energy even when he should maybe have been less so; that's who he was.
He was a dear and true friend. I loved him. Everyone who got to know him, I think, loved him for all the same reasons I did, and he genuinely loved us all back, and that's what I'll remember most about him.
James, I can't imagine what you're dealing with right now, but I love you too and I'm so very sorry. I know he would've wanted us all to make sure you knew we were here for you; if there's anything I can do, don't hesitate to ask.
