It was just about one year ago today that I first decided to give you a try. My coworkers kept telling me you were worth my time and investment, but I was worried about the potential change in my lifestyle you'd bring. I hit a few snags - people telling me you weren't right for me, potential employers rejecting me because of your reputation.
I remember those first few abrasive weeks we spent together. Neither of us were too sure of each other, but we stuck it out. I remember waking up and wondering every day if I made the right decision in keeping you as a companion. Slowly but surely, I'd look in the mirror and see a little of myself in you. Every day things were getting smoother and warmer between us. Every day I grew to like you more and more.
I think it was about a month into our relationship when you first suggested we have a child. A little of you, and a little of me you said. Things were starting to look odd - even other people suggested we quickly work on a child. It didn't take much longer before he came into the world...eager and ready to display himself for everyones approval.
Our relationship wasn't always great. It felt like parts of you weren't ever going to come around and join with me. It took me a while to accept the bits and spots you were lacking. After some time, I learned that you were beautiful as a whole BECAUSE of the parts you were missing. It was what made you unique and built just for me.
I remember many nights of us both stumbling into the house, soaked in beer. I remember how much you used to enjoy messy foods. I wish I could get back those days of having to wash the damn wing sauce off of you, although it felt like such a chore at the time.
Our final days together were wonderful. We were finally starting to become the dynamic duo I always knew we could be. You had become a part of me - a part I had hoped would stick around forever. Everyone knew us together as a team, and I'm almost afraid to leave my home now having lost you. What will everyone say when I'm seen alone? How can I explain the tragic events that lead up to your death? How can I bring myself to raise our son without you? I promise I will keep him around, even though I don't like him at all, he reminds me of you and I need that right now.
I was too intoxicated to remember exactly what happened that night. It could have been a bottle rocket, it could have been ashes from the blunt I was enjoying. I just remember the panic. The screams. "OH GOD YOU'RE ON FIRE!"...I keep hearing that over and over and over. I keep trying to remember if I could hear you calling for help, but all I really remember is the smell of you burning. I'll never forget that smell.
I took you home, and for 3 days I tried to nurse you. I tried to fix you as best as I could. But alas, a large part of you was burned. I came to the horrible, sad conclusion that it was best for me to start over and try to forget you. It killed me almost as much as it killed you to euthanize you in the bathroom sink. My eyes, locking with my reflections eyes as I slowly but surely ended your life.
You died too soon, dear friend. I can only hope that you will rise from the ashes, like a phoenix - more brilliant and beautiful than ever.
Rest in peace beard. I loved you. Our son, mustache is begging for you to come back. I promised him you will.
R.I.P. - a euology by Oister :(
