There is a light that never goes out...
I got an unexpected call from the very honourable Geoff Haslam last night at about nine o'clock and I was very happy to hear from him. A good and dear friend from the time of High School in Bountiful, Utah, he is living in Bountiful with his great wife and kids, making a living as a lawyer.
When I asked him how he was doing, he said that he had been much better at other times than that.
The original and unidentifiable dread leapt back into my chest as I asked him what was up. He said that Tad Clayton had died the night before of an apparant drug overdose. Presumed accidental, the whole thing was still sketchy, especially to us outside of the family.
Holy shine, when will we learn? What needs to happen?
This world is full of beautiful people, radiant in thier curiosity and wanting only what we all seek, a bit of acceptance, love and health. But some are coerced into hiding our real selves by the world of appearance and acceptability, the pain of dark actions and unasked-for pain covered up by thin, opaque shells of acceptible circumstance masks we all wear. Some hide untold pain and confusion.
So many are lost, so very many taken from our midst.
Namaste, dear Tad.
Namaste, Clayton family.
I got an unexpected call from the very honourable Geoff Haslam last night at about nine o'clock and I was very happy to hear from him. A good and dear friend from the time of High School in Bountiful, Utah, he is living in Bountiful with his great wife and kids, making a living as a lawyer.
When I asked him how he was doing, he said that he had been much better at other times than that.
The original and unidentifiable dread leapt back into my chest as I asked him what was up. He said that Tad Clayton had died the night before of an apparant drug overdose. Presumed accidental, the whole thing was still sketchy, especially to us outside of the family.
Holy shine, when will we learn? What needs to happen?
This world is full of beautiful people, radiant in thier curiosity and wanting only what we all seek, a bit of acceptance, love and health. But some are coerced into hiding our real selves by the world of appearance and acceptability, the pain of dark actions and unasked-for pain covered up by thin, opaque shells of acceptible circumstance masks we all wear. Some hide untold pain and confusion.
So many are lost, so very many taken from our midst.
Namaste, dear Tad.
Namaste, Clayton family.