Jul 17, 2016
The Four Horseman; Mourning the Loss of a Friend
Usually, I pen topics about recruiting, sourcing, and short #truestory tales of the craziness of my life. This is an another one of those tales yet this story is different; it’s about four guys that liked to run around with each other while making our way through the battlefield that can be a high school experience; and the sudden loss of one of them all too soon. I know I take you on journeys with my stories that at the end you are either amused or sad, and well, that is storytelling, right? Well, this is a story with a lot of missing points, thoughts, and speculation of what should have been, yet, what became, and the reality that we face. This post is a group post from the three left of a group of guys that who’s lives have been intertwined for the last thirty-two years from our first lunch at a house that took in a group of emotional orphans.
The Four Horseman Meet
I was born and raised in Phoenix, AZ and as a blond Jew with blue eyes, I grew up with very few friends but plenty of insults, stares, and beatings just because of who I was. It was worse since I was in a minuscule private school as a child. It was not until, transferred, oddly enough, to a public school that I learned it was ok to be different. Then in high school, I became, with and odd twist before the movie came out, the Ferris Buehler, of my high school. Megs, said our high school in Az was the size of the town he grew up in so knowing someone connected made the transition to a foreign place much easier I suppose. He said it was like knowing the ultimate local; the guy behind the guy. Megs even told me, just recently, I was still the only man he ever met who was born in AZ.
Having been shunned the better part of my of my young life I wanted to accept anyone and everyone. I was starving for not attention but friendship. I remember meeting Douglas Perry my sophomore year. Our meeting was brought about by our drama teacher pulling me aside and asking me to befriend Douglas. He had recently moved here with his father and did not know anyone. I have a sort of a weird sense of humor, so when I saw him in the hall I shoved him, a little too hard, and he went into the wall with a look of shock and bewilderment. I said to him, “next time you see me say, hi man!” We became the best of friends after that and I, being lucky with some relationships, to this day too call him my brother.
Our senior year we met, in all his splendor the irreparable Michael “Megs” Meggison. He sauntered in one day to the drama room and auditioned for Barefoot in the Park, a play I wanted to be in, and I was not thrilled with this purple pants; we all wept when Prince passed, wearing, gray boot zip-up-the side, interloper honing in on my gig. It turned out he was pretty good, although I got the gig, After a few ribbings and conversations at the snack bar, I told him we should grab a couple of slices at the pizzeria and Doug agreed. That when I learned a great deal of who this kid from Iowa was and a lunch that changed our lives forever.
The Lunch That Changed Lives
Megs replied to my request with a smile and told me, “I go home for lunch, but you guys should come.” I remember laughing alongside Douglas as we doubled over. HOME for lunch, hell I barely had dinner with my folks let alone lunch. My parents both worked and although Doug was very close to his dad going home for lunch was just not what you did. However I was always up for something new, so we said sure why not. We met Megs at his jeep in the parking lot and him along with another kid was there waiting for us. His name was Sean Pomeroy, and the kid was pure energy and smiles. He introduced himself to us, and we found out he was a pal of Megs they had met in the choir and while we both loved singing; it was mostly the girl to guy ratios that locked them into staying with it. I learned that Sean had done something similar to me with Douglas a few weeks back.
Off to lunch, we went with Megs with his mom making bologna sandwiches and Pringles chips. His dad worked from home and would come in and say hello, tell a god awful joke, which we all laughed at and smiled to moslty make him feel good. It was family; Mom insisted on a hug and Pop did too. It was odd to both Doug and me, definitely, not something we were used to. I had never been in a situation like this before with such open and loving people to complete strangers. I made a comment to Sean asking if this was normal. He laughed and said yeah, totally. This is the way it is in the Midwest people are super friendly, and family is family. Sean said he was taken aback at first, but now he was, like us, family and would always be looked at that way. Just a few years later Megs lost his Mother then his Father within the same year. Douglas and I went out to be by his side, Sean was in the Navy at the time and sadly could not attend, but he sent his love, his way, to Iowa.
Sean had a special spirit about him, a calming effect if you will and his heart was huge. Women felt comfortable with him, and he loved intensely. He was a kind soul who just wanted everyone to be friends and laugh. We spent the rest of the school year going to movies, hanging by the pool, or going to parties having a grand time. We were inseparable at times, and although Megs, Doug and I became closer Sean got involved in a relationship and was not around as much. None of us will forget the day Doug was driving the CJ7 no top, no doors, high center of gravity back to school and Sean was kissing on Miss Leigh and almost bit her tongue off as Doug rounded the corner onto Scottsdale too fast and got it on two wheels. Like I said he put his heart into the things that mattered the most to him. He was intense with his emotions whether he was happy or sad.
After High School
My friendship with both Douglas and Michael continued over the years after we graduated and it was not until a few years ago that Sean came back into my life. He friended me on Facebook, and I immediately replied yes and IM’d him to catch up. He told me about his relationship that failed, the kids he had sired, his honorable service in the Navy. Even online, I could see his smile on his profile picture while chatting and remembering the great times we all had together. Megs always kept in touch with him through the years though not as much as he would have liked, and Sean told him with a message last Christmas saying that when he went to the grave, he knew that Michael would always be one of his best friends.
From the Desk of Michael Meggison
There is a line in Stand By Me--the last movie I saw in the theater with my mom before she died that says, "Although I haven't seen him in more than ten years I know I'll miss him forever. I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was twelve. Jesus, does anybody?" I have this picture of Sean and I out behind our house in Gainey Ranch doing the look-at-your-watch pose. I can't help but think of my favorite line from the only Psalm Moses wrote --90:12, “so teach us to number our days that we may present into your hearts inclined toward wisdom."
Lastly From the Standing Horseman
Sean Pomeroy passed away Tuesday the twelfth of July 2016. Megs called me at 9:30 that night when he found out himself, ironically because of a Facebook post on his wall. Sean, you will be missed, we die two deaths, once when we shed our mortal coil the other when there is no one to speak our name. Many of us will always remember your selflessness, your love, your caring heart. Rest in peace my man; Heaven has another angel.
I'm so grateful for these three men--my dear friends who became my family, now and forever.