RT Bev Cross
My life just changed in a most profound way. After 10 years of being in place for my coffee and news, frenetic chatter and laughter with online friends, jokes and meme swapping, and sometimes just playing computer solitaire or washing dishes to the soothing voice of @ScottAdamsSays in the background, (even my cat loved his voice) I'm suddenly sitting in this room alone, and the only sound I hear is the loud ticking of a dollar store wall clock I bought for this place 20 years ago, when I was broke and starting life over. Although it's cheap and noisy, I kept it because it reminds me of how my life is passing - one second at a time.
Scott is now with the Lord, and I feel like I'm broke and starting over again. What do with this time that belonged to him? Although I had plenty of warning, I was not quite ready to let go of the amazing 'thought wizard' who came into my home each day to teach me how to be a more mindful, reflective person. How to think smarter, not judge so quickly, be of use to others, when to be skeptical and when to just hold and observe. Give it 48 hours. Fog of war. How to spot bullshit, and sometimes just hang out. It wasn't often, but occasionally he would speak my name - directly to me, and it gave me a sense of authenticity in a world of 9 billion where we often feel unseen. He knew he had that effect on people, and he was generous.
I'm writing this now just to get through these minutes and tune out that ticking clock, but I really just want to cry and scream. I am heartbroken. I want to pound a table. And I'm exhausted from being in what seems to be a constant state of loss recovery - even though my brain tells me this is to be expected at my stage in life.
I sound selfish, I know, but I do realize there's an entire community of CWSA Sippers who feel this on a personal level too, who in real time gave a part of their lives to Scott each day, because he devoted all of his life to us. We are from every age, stage, and walk of life, and Scott corralled us together for the common pursuit of being better at whatever we do. I will be leaning heavily on that community, and they are welcome to lean on me.
Scott Adams will be memorialized in books to come, and essays to be written, and those who perhaps never felt his presence will read and come to know the indelible mark he left on the world - much better than I can ever explain here. Scott was a mentor, author, internet dad, sage, truth-seeker, the ultimate persuader, cartoonist, comforter, comedian, and personal friend to millions. And the best gift giver ever. You knew when you got one.
Godspeed, Scott. Look down on us Beloveds at 10AM now and then. Again, it truly was an unparalleled pleasure.
