I normally only use this blog to pimp the newest products and happenings of Darkslinger Comics. So, dear reader, I hope you will forgive me today if I break that tradition.
Ty Wakefield, much beloved creator of Captain Cure has passed away. There are no words that can be used to sum up all of what Ty was to everyone he met. I doubt there was a person who came within ten feet of him that was not affected by him in some way. Ty was my consigliere, like a brother to me and most importantly the best friend I could ever hope for. I hope that you are looking down on all of us, and can see the many blog postings, facebook status updates, etc... from the countless lives you touched and know exactly how much everyone misses you.
I first met you at the Olympia Comic Con (I no longer remember the year), and at first you were afraid to talk to me because I "looked like the scariest mother fucker you had ever seen." You being you decided to make the most of being tabled next to someone like me and eventually we started talking. When I first tried to talk to you Ben freaked out, saying something to the effect of "I THINK HE'S GOING TO TALK TO US!" You promptly told him to shut up so that he didn't get you both killed!" Who knew that just six hours, ribbing of the special guests and an art gallery later, we would be best friends? I sure didn't.
I was surprised to see the next day that you had friend requested me on Myspace and even more surprised at how much we had in common during our hour long phone conversations that seemed to be happening more and more frequently. Those phone conversations might be what I miss most.
Over the course of the next few months I actually managed a surprise visit (complete with art made just for you from almost every artist I knew), driving over 7 hours to get to your house. Over the course of the next year our visits became more and more frequent, usually disguised as business trips, but Ang and Em both knew better. I will never forget your excitement on my 29th birthday when you found out that they would serve you food at the rail during your first trip to a real strip club. "I can eat and there's a naked girl in front of me!"
Within a year of us meeting I introduced you to everyone I could in the Portland area, and everyone of them took you in the same way I did. You will always be "The Baller" to Paul, Alan is always going to remember you as the guy that told him you were more famous than him within 10 minutes of meeting him, Ben will remember you for your tough love and that he couldn't escape a mental pounding when the two of us were together.
There are so many things we wanted to do, but never got the time. Dark Reality, a crossover between our two companies, the Big K Tour we wanted to kick off. But I don't want to remember what we didn't do, only what we did. Constant hours of business talk, talk about comics or a hot girl we saw walking by.
I have been reading through our old e-mails, and it wasn't until I came across the one where you asked me what you should wear to your KATU interview that I realized that in some ways I was your mentor in all of the comic stuff. I only hope that you realized that through your courage, through your inspiration and through just being you you were my mentor on how to be a better person. I know how stupid that sounds, but it's true. Without you I wouldn't have visited sick kids in the hospital or probably ever done any charitable work at all. You were my inspiration for all of that.
You asked me to write this for you because in your words I was the only person you could count on to do this without crying, but I am sorry my friend, that is the one thing I can not do. I love you Ty and I always will. There will not be a day that goes by that I do not miss you. I hope the tattoo on my side or the fact that I have never removed this bracelet was some indication to you of how much you meant to me. Goodbye my friend, my consigliere, my fellow douche bag and most importantly, my brother. I hope to see you again someday.