Travis Cameron

My sister told me about this site.  I told my brother.  We looked through it and started talking about the old days.  My brother went on a mad hunt for Travis who he had befriended after I left Cabool.  He found out Travis passed.  He found out how.  He told me that Travis (who had been one of us, the creative the inspired, the ones that thought outside the box)  He was one of me even though I didn't know him all that well.  I knew it and acknowledged it.  We sat down and talked.  He told me about how we (the creative) had all moved away and 'left' him.  That hit me like a ton of bricks.  It haunts me.  I remember how alone I felt when I was not with my own.  We left him.  He was suppose to leave too.  Why didn't he?  I can't seem to completely let go of that.  I keep coming back here less for me and more to let anyone else I may have 'left' know that they are not alone.  Maybe to let myself then, know she was not alone.  That she, he, just had to hold on a little longer and then go out into the world where many of us are.  Cabool was and is, not a bad place.  It is just small and has limited nitches.  The big wide world has plenty and enough for everyone no matter how unusual you might be.  I have a few regrets along my path.  I wish I had known you better Travis.  Wish I had been more o.k. with myself then.  To the creatively inclined, Cabool may, or may not be the place for you.  If you can think it, you can do it.  If it's too limiting, leave.  Somewhere God will open a window for you.  Take it.  For those that Cabool is perfect for, I have nothing but love for you too.