One year ago today luke was in a tragic motorcycle accident that would have him lay unconscious in icu till his organs began to fail on Jan 9th 2021 and I withdrew care. Here is my eulogy for him.
Who has seen how I met your mother? If you haven’t please go home and watch
this delightful series it was favorite of ours.
In the pilot episode ted is having a date with robin. Ted has created the olive
theory based on his friends and the perfect couple Lilly and marshall. Marshal
hates olives and lilly loves them. In teds mind this creates a perfect balance in a
relationship. Someone always has another to give the olives to when they don’t
want them. Luke hated olives, but more significantly Luke and I shared a
complimentary balance that I had never experienced in my life. Where one was
weak the other was strong. We learned from each other and made each other
better. I hope everyone can find someone to give their olives to.
Luke also hated green peppers… If you are expecting an anecdoete about green
peppers. I don’t have one. I just always thought it was weird.
And I truly loved every weird detail about the most perfectly imperfect person I
have ever met.
Circling back to Ted and robins dinner. There is a blue painted French horn on the
wall of the restaurant. Ted thinks it looks like a smurf penis, but robin says she
would like it for her apartment. As they are leaving Ted convinced of his love at
first sight for robin, and likely bolstered byu the olive theory, runs back into the
restaurant ceases the French horn and gives it to robin. She keeps it for rest of the
series.
Before I tie in the blue French horn I need to tell you something that may shock
you. Luke was very stuborn. It took ten years to get him to fold and stack the
kitchen towels correctly….
In case you are wondering (demonstrate folding stacking towel)… and on october
28th at 9:36 pm luke got it right
You see I’m stuborn too. About 10 years ago I ceased the opportunity for love off
that restaurant wall, even though luke didn’t see it right away. I did some crazy
things to get his attention and like that blue French horn, I gave him my heart.
And he kept it. He kept it till the end of our series.
Luke was my place to go back to. My port in a storm. My partner in crime. My
partner in recovery.
My carpenter. My hater of all things morning and waking up. Giver of olives, and
keeper of my blue French horn.
I only hope I was half the things to him that he was to me.
Luke left an indelible mark on the heart of anyone who got to know him. His
boundless compassion was evident in his love of animals, and anyone that needed
help. If you were fortunate enough to be touched by luke, you forever have a part
of luke with you. I encourage you to channel him when you need to, when some
some situation is requiring spiritual prinicpals that you don’t think you can
muster. Listen to what luke tells you and be the voice of reason and compassion.
Unless you are building something or working on plumbing then luke will tell you
to cuss like a fucking sailor, often and repeatedly. The more fucks the better the
bird house is going to be at the end.
I have to remind myself that I am not the only one feeling an incalculable loss. So
just for today, I am not alone, I open my heart, my mind, my eyes and ears to you.
I hope to share laughs and tears with you. I hope To hear stories, songs, poetry,
where you are. Or whatever you would like to do. I hope everyone takes a chance
to come up here and share something. Every thought is important to me no
matter how small, as we celebrate Paul Luc Luke Vendette.
