The Beard

Some people grow their beard for religion, others grow it for sex appeal.

I decided to grow my beard to remember my friend.

A year ago today, Bill and I were looking at some pictures when I saw one of him and Jessie outside of the hospital, he was smiling and had a long goatee.

Noticing he had shaved, I commented on it.

He replied that he had grown it out to serve as a constant reminder of his daughter. He was going to shave it off when she was cured.

As we headed out to the car, he asked if I would like to hold Jessie’s urn on the car ride to the church and I said I’d be honored.

It was when I was holding her that the idea to grow my beard out for a year to remember Jessie occurred.

It was also interesting to see people’s reactions. Friends and relatives either loved it or hated it.  I still get a little angry when I think about the female Australian customs agent who, out of nowhere, said it looked “disgusting”.

But it wasn’t about them,  it was about Jessie.

It was about first day I sat next to her in English 304 and the first thing she ever said to me was, “I like your Jesus sandals.”

It was about all times she helped me as president of the Advertising Club, It was about staying up till 4am in the Inkblot Offices to finish promotion materials for “A Night with Michael Moore”. It was driving back from Baja Fresh singing to Avril Lavigne at the top of our lungs. It was about her giving me my first job in graphic design.

It was about losing one of the very few people on this planet that I could truly rely on.

Losing a loved one is a lot like losing an appendage or limb. You never really “get over it”,  you just learn to adjust to the loss and keep living.

I shaved off my beard today. And I feel like shit.

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Posted by: on 14.12.2017 in Jessie

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