About a year ago, I questioned my faith. I know we’re supposed to trust in God’s decisions, but I really thought he made the wrong call.
The first thing I saw when I cracked open my computer in class last fall was a message from a friend of mine telling me that Ricky was dead. He wasn’t doing anything illegal. Wasn’t caught up in any troubles that he got himself into. It was just a fluke accident while he was out with his brother and his brother’s wife. It was the same group I played spades with until almost breakfast time during the summer after my freshman year of undergrad.
That night was the first thing that came to my mind when I heard the news. I’d never seen brothers that close and I remember leaving Ricky’s house wishing I’d had a brother and praying that if I had two sons they’d be that close.
Ricky and I weren’t best friends. We didn’t share our hopes and dreams with each other, but we always got along and I did consider him a friend. He was the first Black person I met when I went to visit Davidson – which is something that people at all-white schools remember. He also sat with me in the cafeteria after my first hangover to show me how to rehydrate properly in the morning. He even gave me a nickname that I shant repeat, but it stuck with me my whole time in college.
His niceness was infectious. His sense of humor was legendary. And his willingness to teach and offer advice or words of wisdom made him a treasure to all of us.
And suddenly he was gone.
I woke up this morning thinking about him, not realizing it was so close to a year ago since he passed. And, of course, Foreign Exchange has again helped me line up my thoughts.
A year later, I have chosen to just thank God for the moments I’ve had with Ricky. I’m even more thankful for the people closer to him. They’re the lucky ones that have been able to spend so many years getting to know him. Though the time was cut short, we’re all looking to the sky for the moment we see him again.
The Foreign Exchange – “Eyes To The Sky”