I don't grow close to people online for a reason. I've never shared why, partly because the people in my life really can't quite understand the loss I went through in 2015. I made the mistake of growing very close with a person online that had the same demons I have battled in my life.
His name was David, but we affectionately called him by his online moniker. David and I initially could not stand each other, his world was so different than mine. He knew his raunchy "gay" themed avatars would get under my skin (at the time) and would change them daily with "how do you like this Thomas?", typed underneath. But he was one of the most intelligent people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. My wife and I grew to love his affinity for the historical side of Philly, and the stories he shared with us with the pictures to back it all up were just simply incredible. Travels in France, Amsterdam, Germany, the list was endless of the places he had been; all keenly captured through the lens of a very talented photographer that he was.
He would post pictures of his daily meals, and according to him I never truly knew what pastrami was since I never heard of Katz's in New York.... My wife, who always travels for business, got the pleasure of eating there with David, so I consider her blessed. When we would talk on the phone he would end every call by telling my wife, "You're too good for Thomas".
It was his odd way of saying he cared about me. In 2008 I realized just how much he cared, however it is something I really don't want to share, but just know I was in a very very dark place.
I never realized how many people were touched by this incredible man, until that fateful day my wife sat me down after she had received a call. It was November 2015 on a Wednesday. David had fought so many battles.... and came away victorious. PCP (not the drug, but the pneumonia type), Kaposi Sarcoma, nasty peripheral nephropathy caused by his being a long term survivor of AIDS. Ultimately, the feet that had traveled so many many miles failed him and made him a prisoner inside his home. David jumped from the platform at the Philadelphia train station as a train approached and in an instant was gone forever...
Grief like that is hard to rationalize; loss of an online friend??? People around you really don't understand, and while I wish there was a place for the loss aspect, there really isn't. I truly wish there was.
Why do I feel the need to share this? I am not sure really. I know in my heart that Anna is fine. I suppose the reason may be that we never really know what's going on behind someone else's keyboard. What I do know is I have a lot of online neighbors and it's said we should love thy neighbor. What I saw in the other thread was rather disappointing, most of the participates are people I once respected. Some of them I am fully aware have battled their own demons, so to see them shake a finger at Anna was surprising.
I am not good at conclusions, so..... The End.