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Date: August 28, 2013 02:29AM
Thanks, all, for reading.
I just re-read some of Douggie's writings, which I love so much. They're so sacred to me that I've never shared them, even though they're on a public website. They're as vivid and violently alive now as when he wrote them. I remember why he seemed larger-than-life: he was.
Reading his writings is a powerful, addictive, and compelling experience. He lived life not just with passion, but fire. Reading his stories is like reading about the life of a superhero. You find yourself wondering, "Did that really happen? And that? And that, too?" Yes! All of it.
His writings are energetic, endlessly interesting, and confident. They pulse with intelligence, novelty, and humor. It's hard for me to try to trace how he got from where he began to suicide, even when I re-read his own thoughts about his first suicide attempt. One thing that I can say with certainty is that he was courageous to a degree that I've never seen in another person. That courage may have come off as fearlessness to an observer, but it wasn't. It was courage in the face of fear and very real losses.
There's something else that I find in his writings that must have fueled that courage and made it possible: strength. He had a powerful personality. It was impossible to meet and not vividly remember Doug. Even though he was very much an introvert, his presence was powerful. He didn't try. It's just the way that he was. And a whole slew of extraordinary people orbited around him. I was one of them (though not a member of the extraordinary crowd, by any stretch of the imagination). In a very real sense, we were his fans, and he was the rock star.
Ordinary people don't get admitted effortlessly to a law school, and later, an MBA program. Douggie was off-the-scale intelligent. If there's anyone that I would have thought *couldn't* fail, it was Doug. And yet, he gave up.
Why?
It's when a question becomes a regret that life turns into death. "Why?" with a question mark is answered by "Why." with a period.
Our questions echo back at us, unanswered, after colliding with the walls of silence and death.
He had brown hair. (Why did I write black?) Dark and closely cropped.
I don't want to say that I blame myself for his death, but it's hard to live with myself convinced that had I been physically closer to him, in St. Louis, he'd still be alive today. I am *certain* that that's true. I don't know how to cope with that.
We fought constantly. Someone looking in would never have imagined that we could have been friends. Still less would anyone dream that I consider him to have been the most important influence in my life. I know some highly successful and acclaimed people, but Doug permanently changed my life for the better.
As sacred as he was--and is--to me, I want others to know him. The sacred isn't what he publicly wrote, but the fights, the laughter, and all of the private moments that exist only in my memory.
This was Douggie's website:
http://xionakis.dune.netYou might want to start reading here:
http://xionakis.dune.net/ds-suicide.htm*deep breath*
Steve