Last Sunday an employee of my local whole foods was shot and killed near Alamo Square. Xe (like Che) had a calm joy about him and I was always secretly excited when he got to ring up my groceries. He told me about the mole that his friends in Oaxaca made and about his sister’s recent pregnancy. He was so stoked when Tilly was born.
Yesterday I was walking down Haight St and saw a picture of him on a light post, surrounded by flowers… I was stopped in my tracks. I googled it immediately and discovered he had been found on a corner bleeding and died at the hospital shortly afterward. No one has any ideas about how it happened.
I am really heartbroken and I barely even knew him. The more I read, the more I see what a special soul Xe was. One of the comments on his Facebook memorial page said that he had completed his earthly mission, and I really think he did. He touched me in a profound way, not even using words, but just from the simple joy he exuded every time I saw him. Yesterday I cried a lot but this morning I woke up feeling happy to have even crossed his path.
Rest in peace my friend.