"Life is short. Eat the doughnut."
This is the tagline that my roommate in Atlanta always used on his social media, and a wise sentiment. After my partner passed away, he helped save me and get through life in so many ways. Last summer, our landlord (who was a terrible slumlord) sold our house out from under us and left us with 60 days to find a place to live.
I ended up packing up everything I owned and moving to California. He bought a condo nearby and began working full-time in the film industry. The fact that he was living the life he always wanted to live, on his own terms, it inspired me a great deal.
Today, I found out he passed away, an unforeseen complication due to a routine medical procedure. I am broken-hearted, and a writer who has no words.