One of my best buds passed away last year. He was one of the only guys i felt comfortable to smoke weed, cigarettes and drink beers with.
I have this policy of only doing all 3 or not at all in a safe space with safe people. Consequently, i don't indulge much but when i do i get hammered.
We'd sit on the back of my deck and talk endless amounts of shït; that good good shït where we'd solve the worlds problems and move on to solving Gods. And we would laugh like there was no tomorrow.
I can barely sit there now without wanting to call him up and organize what id call a triple threat. Sometimes i need to move to another space so i dont feel that. There is no more tomorrow with him.
For AJ it must be so much more difficult. His buds were workmates, trainers, holiday accompanees. Not just once a month drinking buds. They were bro's, family. Losing that is so much rougher to deal with.
Even getting into an SUV would likely trigger PTSD responses, let alone training and having someone else touch you for stretches, spotting, holding heavy bags...whatever.
I hope he manages to just cope and survive. Thriving and picking up his career ?...meh, flag that. Find something else that adds value, gives meaning and is of substance to fill the gap.
I dont think he's gonna find peace and balance in the ring, under the spotlight, in front of millions. Money will never replace what he's lost and he cant just buy new ones.
Dude needs a new purpose is what the universe is saying, imo. Listen, but don't act. Choose and then do, with the same ruthless intent and impeccable timing a warrior always lives by.
RIP Your Dear Friend and I’m hoping that you are doing a bit better in the current day. I know you’ll never be the same sort of thing but prayers and blessings to you & Your Loved ones, Mate. Take Care!
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