“He was a cool dude.”
It was the ending of a text about the ending of a person’s life, just the day before. I had sent the message to my sister, expressing my feelings about the awful news. I stared at that phrase on the phone’s palm-sized screen for several seconds.
He was a cool dude.
It was so simple. I felt compelled to say more. But at the same time, I felt that phrase was...right. Accurate. True. He was a lot of other things – and people closer to him can go on and on about his strength of character, his humor, the bigness of his heart. I agree to all of that, but yet, at the moment I re-read my text, I was shocked by how being “a cool dude,” with its simplicity, conveyed one of the highest, heartfelt compliments I could give a person.