Sav was Right..
I made a friend, his name is Savaughn.
We met in high school and have since been friends - I venture to say close friends, even though most would say the same. We actually were teacher’s aids together in the lunch room mostly because we would get extra snacks in the afternoon. Over 12 years of friendship, we have ebbed and flowed through closeness and just enjoying seeing each other once in a while.
I have a friend, his name is Savaughn.
When in college (I moved to OK) he’d keep tabs on me and see how I was, and vice versa. He would share the hardships he was walking through but wouldn’t ever flinch. He would acknowledge the circumstances at hand but would somehow float-like-a-butterfly-sting-like-a-bee and be left untouched by them. He is strong.
I have a close friend, his name is Savaughn.
Discovering passions and dreams is something we enjoy uncovering. I always ask “what are your hopes and dreams?” and “how is your heart?” and he responds with full honesty, and always in song. He loves hard, laughs harder, sings and somehow lifts you into the clouds as he does it. I am proud of him.
I have a really close friend, his name is Savaughn.
He created a brand called #growthinchaos and I bought a powder blue hat with the stitched name in support of my really close friend’s dream. I had never realized the reality of that statement until I lost my really close friend.
I had a really close friend, his name was Savaughn.
My friends and I go back and forth in saying things like in my case, “I never thought I would be almost 26 and have braces… and live in Peru… with a Chihuahua.” It’s sort of an activity in retrospect. It’s normally pretty fun, but the reality hits when I think of my really close friend Savaughn.
I find myself saying, “I never thought I’d be almost 26, and have to bury a really close friend… I never thought I would be in my 20’s having lost someone I have known and grown with since I was 14… I never thought I would be 25 and have to reimagine my future wedding without my really close friend there to celebrate with… I never thought I would never experience that stupid fake laugh of my really... close… friend…”
Despite all this, I know Sav must have had similar thoughts growing up in the chaos that he did. And yet he discovered that even though he had never imagined the way his life turned out, he could always count on growth in chaos. That facing fears and standing firm was powerful and necessary. That loving all who crossed his path was the antidote to the apparent chaos of his history.
I am still shook less than two months later since my really close friend passed, but do you know what I’ve noticed? There actually is growth in chaos. I thought it was a cliche, now it’s my reality.
Thanks Sav, you were right. About everything, really…
