I logged on to my Facebook account Sunday afternoon to face some heartbreaking news…
The son of my dear, sweet internet friend Stacy Dean had logged into his father’s account to update his status – letting his friends and family know that he had suffered a fatal heart attack Saturday.
I burst into tears as I read the words, only to feel a bit selfish afterwards.
The thing is, I’d never had the chance to meet Stacy Dean in person – though I’d planned to finally share a beer with him in July when I’d be visiting Chicago for BlogHer.
Due to the distance between us, our interactions were limited to Twitter, Facebook, Gmail and Skype – still I felt like he knew me better than most after three years of chatting online. He’d seen me go through some of my darkest moments and cheered me on through some of my greatest.
In return, I often gave him blogging and social media advice; he wrote this amazingly witty blog Bleep My Brain Says - which for the life of me I can not figure out why more people did not read.
We didn’t talk every day, every week or even every month. But when we did it was like no time had passed between us talking at all.
He was a talented writer and all around great person with a huge selfless heart. I know I can’t be the only person whose life was touched by the existence of Stacy Dean.
He was just that kind of guy.
I feel incredibly lucky to have had him in my life, even if it was only through a computer screen.
It’s because of some of the conversations we had that I am the woman I am today – and for that I will always be grateful.
Rest in peace, Stacy. You were taken from all of us far too soon, but those who knew you will always hold the part of yourself you gave to them in their hearts.
I hope heaven is currently throwing a vodka and cleavage filled welcome party in your honor XOXO