You've found peace at last, Revolvie

Being as how this site has always been, for me anyway, a place of joy and happiness, it nevertheless behooves me to note the passing of a close, personal friend.

At approximately 10:17 PM, on the evening of May 16, 1999, the plastic adjustment flap on the back of my Revolve baseball cap finally broke beyond repair. It was sudden, and although I was aware of the growing crack in the flap and knew intellectually the final day could come at any time, it nevertheless hit me like a sledgehammer. Perhaps I was unwilling to confront the very real possibility of such significant personal loss because it would mean having to say a final "goodbye", which is something we all must say one day, but rarely do we have the opportunity to prepare ourselves. This was a realization I was forced to accept on the night of May 16.

I called him "Revolvie". Revolvie had been my main hat, the ONLY hat I wore, for over four years. We were close, and every significant event that happened to me during that time, Revolvie was there, always faithfully helping me through a bad hair day, or covering up for me when I was too lazy to take showers or get haircuts. There will never be another like you, Revolvie. Never.

I guess it's too early to start thinking about a new cap; of course if I did choose another one I would only be trying to replace Revolvie, and I don't think I can deal with that just yet. It's too early. Just too early.

I have many memories--too many to mention. But there is one story that I think best reflects Revolvie's true nature. It happened one day when I decided to play a trick on him. I borrowed my neighbor's baseball cap and walked into the room where Revolvie was reflecting after perusing his philosophy books; I had never worn another cap around him, and this day I was acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "Surely this will make Revolvie jealous," I thought to myself. Sure enough, he left the house. But when five minutes turned to 20, and 20 into two hours, I began to worry and question the wisdom of my "prank".

I must have driven hours, searching for Revolvie. As the darkness of the night began to grow around me like a giant, suffocating bath towel, I felt the hope within me begin to fade. I returned home, dejected and soaked with guilt, for the suffocating bath towel of the night certainly was suffocating, but not so absorbent........................

Anyway, as I returned home, suddenly I noticed something out of the corner of my eye...on the wall...there were two hat racks where before there had only been one! Revolvie had gone out, gotten a hat rack, and installed it on the wall! He had come to terms with what he believed to be my decision to wear another hat.

When it came to maturity, grace, and unconditional love, Revolvie had no rival.

I shall miss you Revolvie. Go toward the light, my friend.

The above photos were taken just minutes after Revolvie passed.

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