Something About It Just Won't Go Away

The news about Frosty passing came directly on the heels of the news that he had been taken off life support and been denied further medication. I remember I was in Bret's garage when Smerk started talking about Frosty's situation. I had known he was sick, I mean, if you had seen the guy in the past three years you knew he was sick. I just didn't know he was THAT sick and as I look back I'm full of sadness at his passing. I had paid my respects last time I saw him. We had wished eachother well, promising to see each other around before I left after the week and that I would try to make it over to his apartment before my return flight that following Sunday. I never made the walk and after a brief farewell I never saw Frosty again before I left. As I look back on that hot summer night now I know I'll never get to say another farewell filled with good wished and warm regards from and to mutual friends. I know now that I'll never see Frosty's gaunt face again.

I saw Frosty three times over the past three years, all three times in the heat of the summer at jams and art things that popped up all over NYC in celebration of the RSC anniversary. I remember each pretty well. I remember Frosty's camera. I remember him having the color in his face back and I remember commenting to Tony about his frailty sometime after we left New York. I wasn't close to Frosty. I wasn't his buddy or pal and nor did we play phone tag. What I was to Frosty was most likely another familiar face and yet another well wisher. What Frosty was to me was a reawakening to the fact that we all punch out eventually and that if you don't enjoy the time you have between then and now then you're missing out on what's important.

I've seen what happens when you know you're going to die soon. You finally really live your life.

Rest In Respectful Peace Frosty Freeze