I wanted a big dry erase board in our prep kitchen at work. It was so that we, as a chef team, could educate our staff about important information that would help empower them to move the restaurant forward.
I put one of my sous chefs in charge of buying the board, dry erase markers and thin, black electrical tape to border off the different sections. He brought in all of the supplies and we were on our way. Board, check. Markers, check. Tape, wahhh wawww. Too thick. I needed it to be thinner and was told by my sous chef, "they didn't have any such thing". Well, I know they do and I'm gonna call the guy who put the board together at my previous spot to find out where we got it, then, Boom! the punch to the gut.
As I reached for my phone, I realized I had done it. The man I was going to call was my long time friend, one time sous chef and best man in our wedding, Jon Banks. Jon passed away on March 15th of this year. He was 35 years old. His passing was so sudden and shocking, leaving a lot of questions to this day yet to be answered. I couldnt believe it, had I already forgotten about losing Jon and put him that far out of my mind like one of those shows/movies that I mentioned?
We became friends more than ten years ago, when he first came to work for The Factory. As years went by, life changes and people move around, but I always knew that when I called Jon or when he called me no matter where we were, we just picked up the conversation like we were standing in a prep kitchen together.
Jon was a funny cat. He always uplifted the spirits of the people around him, and playing jokes on everyone. He was also very unselfish. When Sheila and I figured out when our wedding date was going to be, I called Jon(who was living in St. Louis at the time and I hadnt talked to him in probably 4-5 months) and asked him to be my best man for our October 1, 2005 wedding in Cleveland. He immediately, excitedly accepted and we didn't find out until our wedding day that it was also Jon's 30th birthday. He never mentioned it to take away from our day and we had to announce it at our reception to give him some props. This meant alot to us, as a single guy with a million friends on a milestone birthday, would fly in to be with us, no questions.
I see probably 5 guys a week that make me do a doubletake thinking they're Jon. I think about him alot and the funny, dumb stuff he used to do and the hundreds of stories I have about him. He was a good friend to Sheila as well and we miss being able to pick up the phone and bullshit or ask him where to buy thin electrical tape for dry erase board projects.
We miss you bro.