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I met him less than 6 months after writing this note.
Rediscovering a Memory That Hits Hard
So today, I’m cleaning my desk, getting ready to tackle the day, when I stumble across a note I haven’t touched in months… and it hits me like a freight train. Tears start streaming down my face before I can even process it.
Please note, I have not opened this box since October 2025.
Why did this find me today?
Is this some kind of sick joke?
What does it all mean?
The front of the note hints at a holiday turkey and dressing, so I’m thinking November or December. I’m even planning a barbecue at Gilley’s, which makes me realize just how long this box has been sitting unopened.
And now, sitting here, I’m crying over Kobe. I can’t explain it it’s like a flood of memories and grief all at once. I always knew Scottie’s jealousy wasn’t baseless, but why did management have to be so cruel? I kept insisting to everyone that there was something special about this role, something bigger than any petty office politics.
And then it hits me the emails. I had sent messages to kobe@bryantstibel.com, the company address, long before he passed. All those attempts to connect, to contribute, to make a mark… it all rushes back in one overwhelming wave.
I need a drink. I need a moment.
But more than that, I need to process why this resurfaced now. Was it ever meant to hurt me? Or is it just the universe reminding me of what was, and what could never be?
Some days, life hits you unexpectedly, and all you can do is sit with the tears, the questions, and the memories.
This is one of those moments!
