You were my willing accomplice in publicly showcasing the darker angels of my nature. You told me once that you didn't care if the whole board hated you. Damn, you missed that pitch by a mile. I'm glad that you decided to come back, and I am just so angry and hurt and stunned and every other emotion at how you chose to say goodbye. So many others have commented on the great difference between your online persona and the real person we knew in private. I can't help but wonder about the third person that was hiding in there that took us all by surprise. What if what if what if? I wish I had taken Jon's suggestion of dropping in on you a couple weeks ago, just to catch up and see how you were doing. I wish we could have helped somehow with the hurt you felt. I am caught up in the foolish exercise of constant questioning.
I am so crushed beyond my ability to express it in words. The phone conversations you've spawned over these few days, if you only knew. The stories we've told and nervous laughs we've shared and yet it always devolves into 2 or 3 grown men on the phone sitting in silence at an absolute loss. I can always say, "Jeremy Bosch was my friend, and I am better for that"
