Jason Farley

Again, I come to this blog with a heavy heart.

I attempted to go Cincinnati this Christmas with Kristen. For some reason, the right tire kept deinflating. When we decided to stay, the tire was fine.

I received the message.



I learn yesterday that one of my friends (who I also worked with) died before Christmas. I don't know nor will venture the specific details of his death, but it was not from natural causes... nor was it his fault. I don't know what happened that night, but I'm going to know.

Could that have been me with a wrecked vehicle, lying there without any help? Worse still... could it have been Kristen?

I'm not sure what it is about the students who went to George Washington High School... Bart Monk, Rob Goldberg, Vaughn Suppa, and now Jason Farley all have passed. These were people I knew, all 30 or younger, highly intelligent... and now snatched away.

I played football (though I had no business playing there) with Bart and Rob. I was in JROTC (another place I had no business with) with Vaughn and Jason.

I knew Jason the best the four.

I went to junior high school and high school with Jason. Mostly, he was a surprisingly shy and highly intelligent person. At Marquee, I saw the nature of his intelligence... as he often spouted off these amazing bits of knowledge about history. Jason was remarkable in the breadth and diversity of his knowledge.

He still has a quote that makes me laugh. I'll never forget it as long as I live. I don't think it's appropriate to post now... not because it's dirty.

I really liked Jason, and appreciated talking to someone at Marquee Cinemas who I knew, went to school with, and had a passion for learning. Come to think of it, Jason's knowledge was the first real idea I had that I could actually go back to school and get my degree. I didn't have the spark until I met Kristen.

When I worked at Marquee, Jason never failed to share his knowledge or ask my opinion. Dare I say, I participated in my first level of higher thought with Jason... no debates, just talking. I got my B.A. in History... imagine that.



I feel sick. Have I reached the point in my life where I have to check the obituaries every day? I learned about all the aforementioned deaths (including Dr. Richards) late. Do I really have to start reading that... opening that page every day? It's like playing Russian Roulette.

I'm done for now.