Geoffrey

At work, I don’t really have a lot of people I can feel comfortable enough to be myself around. I work for a family friend as an administrative assistant to an art consultant. So, my job is to be social and talk to the artists and buyers. I instantly connected with a couple, one being my boss’s cousin, Geoff. I used to get to work on time, go to his studio and hang out for a few hours, before I let my boss know I was there. We used to listen to old classic rock and talk about when he was in a band. Musicians are sorta my people, I guess. He used to meet any new guy in my life, he would’ve loved Zach. He became my family. Geoff’s art was woodwork. He would make tables and other things out of wood for people. He was also a religious guy. With crosses throughout the studio. I know he is up in heaven with the greats.

I do not know many details of his death, just that it was around the time of Hurricane Harvey.

I skipped class to go to his remembrance ceremony at the studios. Where I, shockingly, knew everyone including his kids and parents. I sat front row and kept his best friend from crying. (His best friend happens to be another good friend of mine and my favorite artist ever). Everyone loved Geoff and we all talked about hilarious moments with him and we drank whiskey in his honor.

Not a day goes by that I don’t think of him. Rest In Peace Cuz. I love you and will see you again one day