It's such a strange little thing...
I don't have much of a circle of friends that is into gaming. I have two good friends that are aware of games, but hell, they might go months without logging into Steam. My dad likes some games, but they really aren't the games that I'm into. My wife doesn't game, my daughter likes Minecraft and no one at work knows crap about my hobby. Well, one guy plays World of Tanks religiously.
Gaming has become of hobby of solitude, the thing that I do alone. Except for the podcasts. I have over an hour in my car each way to work. Solitude. Or when I cycle. Solitude, again. Except I have my podcasts about gaming.
It's like I have a group of friends that I can sit around with, and B.S. about my hobby of choice with. The hobby that I have been passionate about my entire life. I might not be able to actually engage in the conversation, but some conversations are like that.
The GiantBombCast is one of those podcasts that I always listen to. Every week. Wednesday morning I know that I have 3 hours of conversation with "the guys" about some of my favorite things. I subscribe to many different kinds of gaming podcasts, but I never miss that one.
Today, around noon, I learned that one of those friends had died.
Ryan, I never met you. I have never even seen you in person. But, these years of listening to you for 3 hours every week (I don't talk to some of my friends face-to-face for a fraction of that) I feel as though I have gotten to know you. I have never been to your house, I don't have your phone number, and we have never gone out for drinks for someone's birthday. But, you have become a part of my life. I look forward to hearing from you every Wednesday morning. "Hey everyone, it's Tuesday...."
You are a friend that I never met. I will miss you more than I know how to say.
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