It’s been 2 years since my friend took his life. But I want you to know what an amazing life it was.
Two years ago, my friend took his life.
He was very important and loved by many.
I want to tell you about his LIFE, which was extraordinary.
Gene and I worked together in the addiction field. I made sure to sit next to him every day.
Gene would teach me things.
From local gossip to “Gene-isms.” Like this gem…
💎 “You know they aren’t really sober if their phone number keeps changing.”
This was never proven wrong! 🤣
His ringtone was “Baba O’Reilly,” and he loved to fight with me over music (I worked in country radio on the weekends).
His iced tea required 18 lemon packets and 12 Splenda packets. I was the only one who got this right.
He knew the Oxford House manual front to back. He could save a sick house — or teach you how.
He was President of the whole damn thing for our state at one point. He attended the conventions.
Now, Friedberg House is his namesake.
After spinal surgery, he was drugged but still a force:
“Heather, we’re going to write a letter to Blue Cross Blue Shield! We are going to get our friend the surgery he needs! Take this down!”
He was getting LOUD. I had to leave before the nurses kicked us out 🤣
He LOVED his wife, his soulmate.
He LOVED his children and grandchildren.
The rest of us? Well, we were his kids, too.
I’ll never forget the day he told me I was a “good kid.” Respect was earned.
He had two BIG goals:
1) Expungement of past crimes
2) Pass the background check to work in the jail
The second didn’t happen. But…
His wife received his letter of expungement shortly after he passed. I mean, painfully soon.
He almost lived to see that.
Now the jail was pretty tough about which of us were allowed in there. I was allowed in and would share my notes from working in there with Gene.
He was insanely jealous I got to serve and teach in that jail!
It was his final frontier to conquer in order to bring sobriety & recovery to more people.
He wanted to evangelize Oxford House and its way of teaching leadership skills to young men & women who needed them so badly.
The corporals would always help our clients get into Oxford Houses upon release. He so wanted to be a part of that.
But for whatever reason, his story ended.
It didn’t have to. Your story never has to end; there is always more for you.
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