I miss Joshua Ragsdale and I never knew him. Joshua died a year ago, and his brother, John, is a good friend to my family, and I know about Joshua through John.
I miss the pithy statements that Joshua succinctly expressed because he often published my thoughts better than I can. He’s like the clean version of Lewis Grizzard, a distillation of thoughts random, now compressed to Twitter soundbites. He messes up proper grammar just enough to let you know that he knows what he’s doing.
I miss someone who could say things like,
• What would we do if God got the blues?
• I just had a bone marrow biopsy and a bone punch while looking at pictures of my doctor’s new baby on her phone.
• You can spend too much time alone and too much time with people…it’s such a fine line.
• Chemo and Cap’n Crunch…that’s what I call balance.
• I’d burn your picture if it wasn’t still in my pocket.
• I love people who are strong. People who can bend steel with their spirit, and then be strong enough to tell you they need to go home and take a nap.
• My platelets are up so I am tweezing my eyebrows.
So I have a couple of questions:
• Who do you have in your life that can challenge you?
• Why would a bone marrow donor back out after knowing they are the chance for someone to live?
• But here’s a bigger question – why am I not a registered donor?
• Gotta go. It’s time to register to see if I can save the next Joshua.
I miss Joshua Ragsdale.