I am getting sick again, which seems insane but the weather and tired and blargh.
Years ago, before I had done anything to deserve such kindness, Jeff Cook heard I was sick and brought me green tea with brown rice in it. I didn’t even know that was a thing and it changed me profoundly, more or less making me a hot tea drinker in one warm act.
We were undergrad colleagues in Composers Forum at UNT and had become pals the way you do when you put on a few shows together and conduct each other’s work. He’s a famous composer now, and it really couldn’t have happened to a nicer, more talented person.
Now I think of him and that kindness whenever I make tea, and I miss my friend, someone who taught me the simple art of being nice as an adult time and again. I wonder if I was ever that kind to him in return, and how whether I was or not, it wouldn’t matter to him one bit.