Tim Goldich of Chicago remembers his young friend Sam Foxvog, who recently died in a car accident on the way home for Xmas.
“Sam was lovable. He had a sweetness to him. People liked him and you felt like you wanted to protect him, or perhaps, you wanted to protect his innocence.
When driving at night, Sam would pick a spot on the ground, or somewhere under an overpass, and just crash for the night. He certainly wasn’t at all dependent upon creature comforts!
On the 23rd of December (NB the depths of winter in Maryland where the average December overnight temperature is 27.3 degrees Fahrenheit – minus 2.6 degrees Celsius) Sam wrote on facebook of sleeping …. “In the hedgeline by the highway outside my car. I woke up at 8:40 am or so ……. So peaceful.”
He didn’t always make sense; he could talk on and on nonstop without being all that coherent. But when he wrote his thoughts down, he nailed everything with clarity and insight.
But when he’d laugh, I HAD to laugh too. I could not help but laugh, even though I had no idea what we were laughing about, because his laugh was so infectious, so guileless.”
Deeply felt words from Tim Goldich.
Lest we forget: what we all need.
Published by Geoff Fox, 30 December, 2019.