by Yvonne DiVita
Wayne. Wayne Hurlbert. I think of him often, now. Now that... he's gone. Why is that? Why did I not think of him more often, before he was gone? It's just how we humans are.
Not always thinking of him does not mean he was unimportant to me. Wayne was superbly important. In so many little ways - he was a talented blogger; he was a great friend; he was a marvelous story-teller; and he was on the leading edge of what we call social media today. Wayne was among the very first friends I made, all those years ago, when I started Lipsticking. And, he made me feel important - just by being himself.
I was too shocked to see the accolades and RIPs on Facebook, more than a week ago... so many people remembering a man that was both elusive and inviting - expressing the dismay you feel over a sudden loss like his. I didn't believe it, of course. I thought it was an early Halloween prank. I willed it to be a prank... a poor excuse for fun, yes, but a prank nonetheless.
Not so. It was true. My very best friends online, Toby Bloomberg and Paul Chaney, were sharing the news ... in little whispers, I think, as if the softness of the sharing could make it go away. Make it unreal. Make it ... not true.