A friendship stolen

On July 8th, 2014, I lost one of my favorite people in the world to blood cancer.  I am not the only person who experienced this loss. Cancer stole Alan from a wife of over thirty years, two sons, parents, a brother, and a slew of friends, clients, and colleagues who loved him. Since this is my blog, this post focuses, not on Alan in the general sense, but on my relationship with him. It would be impossible to compress the entirety of our friendship in a single blog post, but I’ve tried to paint a picture of this wonderful man and the enormous influence he had on my life with this very long blog entry. Anyone who has spoken to me for more than one hour knows about Alan. I talked about him all of the time and he was a point of reference for almost everything—Alan said this; Alan told me that; One time me and Alan…—and so on and so on and so on. Seriously, I idolized the man. He was a rock star. But more than that, for me, he was sunshine on a rainy day; a hot fudge sundae after a breakup; a white flag after a brutal war.

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On July 16, 1996, I started a job as a junior trademark paralegal at a law firm. Alan was my boss. I was a single teeny bopper practically right of college, Alan was almost forty and married with two children and, at the time, the age difference seemed enormous. Our conversations rarely developed beyond those that were work-related. As years went by and his associates and other paralegals left the firm, Alan began relying on me for more substantive projects and for assistance on the more administrative tasks related to his trademark department. This required us to spend more time together and, as a result, we got to know each other beyond boss/employee and became friends. Eighteen years later, I considered Alan one of my closest, most trusted friends and I loved him like family.

Alan had a sharp, witty sense of humor and perfect comic timing. Often times when I hung out with people at work, I was the quiet one. I think I was afraid to crack a joke and have it met with radio silence since the other members of my department were extremely funny. Alan would sometimes laugh at something I said and comment, “funny girl!” and it made me feel validated. Like I, too, was funny even though I was more subtle and shy than my colleagues at the time. Making Alan laugh made me comfortable about my ability to make others laugh and I slowly became more confident cracking jokes and not playing the shrinking violet. After eighteen years, I think I made Alan laugh almost as much as he made me laugh.

I remember the first time I confided something personal to Alan. It was regarding one of the many men who would come into and out of my life and who ultimately was not “the one.” Alan’s advice was logical and never sugarcoated, yet he communicated it with such understanding, humanity, sincerity, depth, and humor that I began to turn to him for “the male” perspective almost every time I got involved with someone moving forward. It started off slowly, but by the time he passed away, with the exception of more serious boyfriends whose privacy I respected, Alan could have probably recited my love history since 2003, along with all of my relationship “issues.” (But, of course, he was my trusted friend and he would never disclose such information!)

Yes, Alan was there for me in the big moments, including September 11th, the death of two grandmothers, my own cancer scare, three (unfortunate) World Series wins by the Red Sox, transitions to two different law firms, and serious family dysfunction. He even held my hand when I blocked an abusive guy on Facebook. But he also became my go-to person for the little things. I used to joke that Alan was always right because, well, Alan was always right! Because of this, I began to rely on him for even the most mundane things on the assumption that he would have the correct answer readily available to share. Some people utilized the Internet, I had Alan. Can you mix cold medicine with Excedrin? Ask Alan. What brand Netbook should I buy? Ask Alan. Do I look prettier in pink or purple? Ask Alan. I can’t reach around my neck to clasp this necklace. Alan will do it for me when I get to work. I can’t put together this desk-top calendar. Alan will do it. Should I call this guy or wait for him to call me? What does Alan think? My cable is broken. How do I fix it? Call Alan. I was such a pain in the ass, but Alan insisted he enjoyed helping me. I often apologized because I was afraid I got so much more out of our friendship than he did. (I still feel that way.) But Alan consistently argued that point. He said, “this is the balance of our friendship. I like it. It works. It is what it is.”

When Alan left our first firm, he took me with him. When Alan left the second firm, he took me with him. He negotiated my salary and benefits and told me that any firm that wouldn’t bring me along was a firm he would not be going to. I am a hardworking and talented trademark paralegal but I’m not indispensable, but Alan was incredibly loyal to me and me to him. Even after I discovered my passion for writing, and the paralegal gig became more of a way to keep up my NYC life style than a career I wished to cultivate, I enjoyed coming to work every day. I was the rare employee who hated when her boss went on vacation. Sunday nights weren’t so bad because I would have my Monday morning chat with Alan, and we would undoubtedly make each other laugh at multiple points during the day. We had lunch together almost daily and on those weeks when we (mostly him) had too many outside lunch plans, we would schedule a late afternoon “coffee date” to catch up. He’d drink hot chocolate, I’d drink cappuccino, and we’d share a piece of cake and catch up. Alan always made time for me.

Random information to give you a bit of insight into our banter. I have a thing for hats and one of them is a beret. The first time I wore it in front of Alan, he called me “Rerun” (from the television show What’s Happening for those of you born after 1990…) and continued to do so whenever I wore it. At first, I made him insist that my ass was not as big as Rerun’s. After a while, Alan started calling me Rerun whenever I wore a hat, even if it was a winter hat or a baseball cap. The first time I visited him at the hospital, I wore the beret purposely to make him smile and hopefully elicit a “Rerun” comment. A client once mistakenly referred to me as “Merrybeth” in correspondence. It could have been a spell check issue, but from that day on, Alan called me Merrybeth (when he wasn’t calling me “Rerun”)! He also called me Merry Tyler Schorr. He teased my lifetime habit of “twiddling” my hair and did a silly impression of me that left me in a giggling fit. I would often say, “Do the twiddling impression of me. Please!” And he said when I tried to wink, I looked like Popeye and he would do a mean Popeye impression that also cracked me up. If in the course of his day, he came across a really funny name, he would send me an email with just the name on it: Bernadette Scubblybutts was one of them. (If you are reading this Bernadette, I apologize for laughing at your expense and for your unfortunate last name.) Part of our job requires us to work with attorneys all over the world. We are lucky in that everyone communicates in English, but one time our German associate sent us an email with a German sentence embedded in the text. After determining that it translated in English to, “that was fast,” whenever I completed something quickly, Alan would say, “dass das so schnellging!” It seems silly, but sharing these inside jokes (and there are literally hundreds of them), with Alan was priceless to me.

The day my first novel Just Friends with Benefits was published, Alan choked up and expressed how unbelievably proud he was of me and how he thought I was underestimating the accomplishment of writing a book, much less getting it published. He would joke about me forgetting all about “my old friend Alan” once I became a famous bestselling author. It goes without saying that I will never ever forget him. If I win the Pulitzer Prize, guess who will be the first person I thank? Alan. I haven’t won the Pulitzer Prize and I’m pretty certain I never will. But I will still thank Alan for…everything. We used to talk about writing a book together. We actually started one close to a decade ago. It was a “He said/She said” type of book about the differences in the way women and men think and act in certain circumstances. Most recently, we discussed writing a trashy romance novel. I’d write the book and he’d insert the naughty bits since I don’t like writing sex scenes. Alan was an amazing writer and it was initially his compliments on my business writing that gave me the confidence to write fiction. He was a beta reader on my first three novels and a source of inspiration for all.

Alan was truly the one thing in my life I never worried about. It never occurred to me that our friendship wouldn’t continue on for decades. I never worried that Alan wouldn’t be at my wedding someday. I even imagined asking him to be my “Man of Honor” and giving me a pep talk on the big day. The one thing I dreaded was Alan retiring before I was ready to write full-time because I couldn’t imagine working for anyone else or anyone else putting up with me. Like I said, I’m a hardworking and skilled paralegal, but I can also be a brat. Sometimes I speak before I act. On many occasions over the last eighteen years, I sent Alan emails that I was overwhelmed; I couldn’t take it anymore; I needed help; I couldn’t finish whatever assignment he gave me until much later. And then ten minutes later, I’d email him the completed assignment and hope he wouldn’t mention my earlier outburst. He never did. When we’d talk about it, he’d say, “I know you Merrybeth. When you overreact, you’re just being ‘Meri.’ It’s all good.” That was my relationship with Alan. I did/said stupid things and he just shrugged and said, “That’s Meri.” If he was here, he’d remind me that I also did really good work and had a lot of goodwill in the bank. But sometimes I shake my head and think, “Why did he put up with me?” We made a deal that I would work towards writing full time when he was ready to retire. That way, I wouldn’t have to work for someone else and he wouldn’t be without his favorite paralegal and “work wife.” Sadly, he didn’t live up to his end of the bargain.

The last year was very rough. How could Alan, the strongest most solid person in my life, be sick? And why would God, if there is a God, choose to do this to him of all people—truly the best person I’ve ever known? How could anyone be so cruel? I hated that he had the power to ease my pain in so many situations—just a month before his diagnosis, he had talked me off the ledge when I had an abnormal mammogram—yet I was powerless to help him the one time he really needed it. I did what I could. I visited him at the hospital and at his home, we had Google “Hangouts,” we talked on the phone and texted daily and I made sure to tell him how much I loved him regularly. I tried really hard this year not to rely on him so much because any problems I had were frivolous compared to what he was facing. But Alan saw right through me and said, “It’s one thing to be sick. It’s another thing to be treated like I’m sick.” He said he wanted me to be “me” around him and allow him to be “him” and if that meant coming to him with what I considered silly problems, I should. And so I did. The only thing I didn’t share with him was my concern that he was never going to get better. I could not imagine the world and my life without him in it. I still can’t. I’m not going to go into details about what happened and how everyone thought he was getting better until he…didn’t. It’s too painful and I still haven’t wrapped my head or heart around it and I don’t think I ever will. But I will forever be grateful that Alan knew me so well and truly loved me unconditionally. He was so incredibly unique, special, intelligent, hilarious, knowledgeable, goofy, loyal, warmhearted, intuitive and sensitive. And he never failed to tell me that I was one of his favorite people. Me! How I won such a special place in his heart is beyond me. I always joke that I became Alan’s “work wife” by default because everyone else quit. Alan used to tell me I would meet the right man for me when all of the planets aligned. Well, Alan was not my husband or my lover, but his influence on me is probably the most significant of any other relationship I’ve had to date. The planets must have aligned just right when we met. His friendship changed me and added value to my life that cannot be measured. I am a better, more confident, gentler, wiser, funnier, more interesting person because of the time I spent with Alan. I’ve laughed harder in the last eighteen years than some people do in a lifetime. The pain I feel over his death is worse than anything I’ve ever experienced and I had no idea I was capable of such grief. Not a moment goes by when I don’t miss him. Alan hated seeing me sad and I can almost hear him telling me that my sadness causes him pain and I am so much prettier when I smile.

As overwhelmed as I am with sadness right now, I am well aware of how incredibly blessed I am to have Alan in my life for eighteen years as my boss, friend, mentor, therapist, comic relief, cheerleader. Alan was taken away from the living world way too soon, but he will always be with me. He has bestowed onto me enough advice to last a lifetime and I will always hear his voice in my head telling me I’m on the right/wrong track. In this world, I will never stop loving and missing him and I know he will continue to look after me from the afterlife. Friendship never dies.

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Comments

  1. Meredith, this is an amazing tribute to an amazing friend. How lucky you both were to have such a special friendship.

  2. Oh, Meredith. What a lovely tribute to your friend. And a poignant reminder that we need to revel in even the little moments with those closest to us. I’m glad you at least have your memories. Hang in there.

  3. Oh, Meredith- what a lovely tribute to your friendship with Alan. I know you will miss him. And what a poignant reminder for us to revel in the moments we have with those we love.

  4. Natalie says:

    Meri – I teared up reading this. I am so sorry for you and for everyone who knew and loved Alan. Wish there was a way I could help you through this…sending you love.

  5. Meredith, it’s clear you were lucky to experience such support, inspiration, and love. This was a nice tribute, and after reading it, I feel like I know Alan. My condolences go out to his family, and to you.

    • Thank you, Lynn. I wasn’t exaggerating when I wrote that every person I spoke with for more than an hour knew about Alan. I was indeed lucky as was everyone whose life he touched.

  6. Meri, that was beautiful. Alan would be so proud to hear you speak of him this way. I’m so glad you had him in your life, and you know how deeply sorry I am for your loss. I love you. XOXO

  7. Wow. What a blessing to have known such a friendship. That cant be taken from you. 💜

  8. Cat Lavoie says:

    What a beautiful tribute to your friend, Meredith. I’m so sorry for your loss. You are so right… friendship like that never dies. Sending you big hugs!! x

  9. I can imagine that this was very hard to write, but it’s so beautifully written and really gives insight to your friendship. Thanks so much for sharing it and keeping his memory alive, even for those of us who never met him but knew how special he was because of how often you talked about him.

  10. Meredith, this is an amazing tribute to someone who was obviously an amazing friend. You don’t mention what a good friend you clearly were to Alan too, but I can tell that you were/are both so lucky to have each other. I sincerely believe he’s watching over you from wherever it is that wonderful people go after this life. xo

  11. Sue Brumel says:

    Meredith, My husband Warren and I were also lucky enough to be able to call Alan our friend. He spoke of you often, so I feel like I know you too!! Doing hospice work for 24 years has made me a very spiritual person, and I “know” our spirits never die. Alan will be with you always!! Hope to meet you someday.

    • Thank you, Sue. Alan spoke of you guys as well! I also believe that spirits don’t die, more so now than ever. Thank you for commenting. I’m glad you, too, were blessed to be Alan’s friend.

  12. Meredith – I can barely type through my tears. What a beautiful tribute to an amazing man. You were both so lucky to have had each other in your lives. I know, from reading this, that he loved you as much as you loved him. It is horrible that your time together was cut so short by this dreaded disease but I truly believe that a part of Alan will be with you every day….

  13. Meri, what a touching tribute to a beautiful soul. My heart aches for all Alan touched in this world. He was amazing. I’m so thankful you had each other to lean on and laugh with. I know Alan continues to watch over you in a much different way; he’s with you. Be blessed, my friend. I love you XO

  14. Meri, I love you so very much. This is the most beautiful tribute to Alan, and I know how hard this loss is for you. I am sure you touched his life as much as he touched yours, and you were there for him through every moment of the past year. He will always be proud of everything you accomplish. My heart aches for you and his loved ones.

  15. Such a beautiful post about your friend. I’m so sorry for your loss, Meredith, but you are truly blessed to have had such a friendship, and with tears in my eyes, I feel truly blessed that you shared it with me. Thank you.

  16. What a lovely tribute to your dear friend. I’m so sorry for your loss, but you’re right – friendship never dies. Love never dies. He’ll always be with you in your heart.

  17. I am actually having trouble finding the words to tell you what a lovely tribute you have written. (Part of that might be due to the tears.) I am so very sorry for your loss, but am thrilled for you that you had such an incredible relationship in your life. There is no doubt that you will hold those memories close to your heart for the rest of your life. The offer still stands for wine & chocolate. 🙂

  18. I am so, so sorry for your loss, Meredith. Life can be so unfair sometimes. This is a very moving tribute. It’s a blessing that you had such a beautiful friendship with Alan for so many years. Relationships like that are incredibly rare and I’m glad you got to experience it. But I can only imagine the pain you feel now. Sending you love and hugs.

    • Thank you Patricia. I know how rare it was and know I will never experience a friendship quite like it again. That makes me so incredibly sad yet so grateful at the same time.

  19. What a beautiful tribute to a dear friend. I’m so sorry for your loss, Meredith.

  20. A lovely tribute to your friend. I know he is watching over you. Continue to talk to him. They hear us. I’m sure of it. RIP Alan.

  21. That is a beautiful tribute to an amazing friend, his legacy will live on in your memories. So sorry for your loss. (hugs)

  22. This must be such a very sad and very painful time in your life, Meredith. I hope you’re feeling the love and support of friends and I hope you’ll continue to feel Alan’s amazing presence in your life. I’m so sorry for your loss. I know the pain is very deep.

    • Thank you, Julie. I am definitely feeling the support and love of my friends and I appreciate it so much. Unfortunately, it’s not nearly enough to alleviate the sadness I feel over losing Alan. He was, and will always be, so dear to me.

  23. Such a beautiful tribute to your friend and mentor, Meredith. Cancer, as you stated, is so cruel. May the years you had with Alan bring you some comfort in the years ahead.

  24. Meredith, I’m so touched by your beautiful tribute to a man who obviously saw the beauty and strength in you, and brought it out in shining glory.
    My darling husband has also battled blood cancer, Multiple Myeloma. It is a beast. So far we are winning.
    I do hope and pray – that even as you have today – that you will continue to be a bright light for others, as you work through your own deep grief and sorrow of loss

    • I’m so sorry that your husband has to deal with this awful disease – keep fighting that battle! My prayers are with you. Thank you for your kind words – Alan really did see the best in me.

  25. My heart is going out to you. What a lovely way to remember such a wonderful friend. He will always be with you, be a part of you.

  26. Meredith, my heart aches for you. What a tragic loss. And what a lovely tribute to a deep and lasting friendship that could end only in death. You were lucky to have such a friend, I’m sure he shared the sentiment.

    • Thank you Eileen – one thing I do hold dear is that Alan knew how blessed I felt to have him in my life and he told me often in the last year (and in the last decade) that he felt the same. That offers a certain amount of comfort.

  27. Meredith, this past week I found your novels and have already read three of them. They led me to your blog and this piece written about your friend Alan. What a lovely loving tribute. How wonderful to have had such a person in your life. Sorry for your loss but just know wherever you go you take him with you.

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