Got some bad news today that a friend of mine passed away. Jeff Beach was best friends with one of my good friends Troy. I got to know him through playing baseball against one another in high school and we became good friends all through college and afterwards. He was a staple at Troy and I’s annual Crabfest Party that we had every August for over a decade. Jeff was light hearted, funny, and a very sweet man. I’ve spent most of the day thinking about him. Jeff was at a softball tournament and was apparently attacked and killed. I don’t know any of the details other than that. One person online said the person who caused his death thought he was someone else. That has to be the case cause Jeff could never anger someone like that. Honestly i’m not terribly concerned right now who did it or why. I’m just sad that a very good guy has died at such a young age.
Dealing with death of friends and acquaintances is strange. I hadn’t seen Jeff in probably two years, mostly cause I haven’t been living in Seattle area. Yet I feel profoundly sad about his passing. It’s a constant reminder of how fragile life is. I also generally feel guilty after something like this. For someone who had a love of life and had people who care so mightily about him has to go, and the rest of us remain. I don’t know. Just had to write something down to help process this. Jeff was a really good guy. It’s really a terrible thing. RIP Beach.