Let me start by saying I’ve known Ross over 25 years. Which is pretty amazing because when I first met him, I didn’t like him. Didn’t like him at all. He was too edgy. Too angry. Too impatient. Too serious. And before knowing these things about him, you should have seen the judgments I had in my head!
I was hanging out with my friend Dan Fitzpatrick. We both liked to play golf as well as other sports. And one day, Dan thought we should invite his friend Ross Gullo to join us playing golf. Reluctantly, I said okay. But the reality is I didn’t want him around. I was having fun with Dan. Why I mess things up?
The first round of golf went okay. But Ross was still Dan’s friend, not mine.
Then Dan decided to move to Atlanta. Suddenly, being with my friend Dan- and tolerating his angry little friend Ross- changed abruptly.
I remember the last time we played golf together with Dan before he moved. At the end of the round, Ross looked at me and said, “I’m free next Friday, think you might be interested in golfing together?” In my head I said no, but what came out of my mouth was “okay”.
I’ll never forget completing the first round of golf and spending an afternoon together, just me and Ross … and being surprised. I went home and told my wife, that it went okay. It was actually… kinda fun.
What developed from there was a series of pleasant surprises. Because on the outside Ross and I were very different. We oftentimes commented that if we knew each other 20 years earlier we would have avoided each other. We would have actually mocked and ridiculed each other. Surprisingly, what I discovered was that we had a lot in common.
While our wives had some evening work function, we enjoyed the company and someone to play with- for many years. What we had in common was surprising even to us.
- We liked the same movies… though we arguing about them.
- We like the same music… though we argued about it.
- We enjoyed concerts that we knew neither of our wives would want to go to.
- We both loved the game of hockey and have the pleasure of going to dozens of hockey games over the years… And we definitely argued about them.
- We enjoyed the same kind of restaurants… we argued about them.
- We shared books that stirred us and challenged us… I’m sure we argued about a few of those.
- Most importantly both of us going to the same church, sharing the same faith in Christ, we had a lot of God talks over the years… but we never argued about that.
- We we’re so similar, that we would meet up somewhere and look at each other dumbfounded, that we were wearing the same color and type of clothes. And this happened a lot. We just shook our heads in disbelief and chuckled. We even showed up one day at church, sat next to each other, crossed our legs only to find we were wearing the identical shoes. Our wives thought we were weird, or twins from different mothers.
- On several occasions that we know of (I’m sure there were more), we were assumed to be a couple. This brought great amusement to our wives, I thought was quite funny, but this made Ross quite nervous. I mean, I don’t know why people thought we were a couple?!? Is it wrong for two men to share a charcuterie plate, and a fine bottle of wine? Sharing samples with each other? On a Friday night? After shopping? Alone?
What grew for me was a friend closer than a brother. The kind of friend you only have one or two of those like it in your life… if you’re that fortunate.
- He was the first person I texted with good news or a fun fact.
- He was the first person I sent pictures to when we were on vacation.
- He was the first person I thought of who might really like this …whatever I was doing or looking at.
- He trusted me and I trusted him. The kind of trust that allowed us to share hopes, fears, joys, and pain.
- It was the kind of trust that allowed me to challenge him and he would hear it. And he could challenge me.
- It was a kind of trust that allowed me to drag him to this men’s ministry called Iron Men many years ago. Convincing him that we needed to do something for ourselves in our spiritual growth. Within 2 months, our small group table leader was ready to hand on leadership of our table. So I immediately voted Ross as our leader and encouraged everyone at the table to agree. So, I dragged Ross to a Saturday morning commitment at 7 a.m. and he wound up being a table leader- with no choice but to go every week. Every now and then he’d give me a hard time for it, I thought it was hilarious, but he committed to it and he continued in that role to the very end.
- It was the kind of trust allowed me to fix his phone for him whenever he couldn’t figure out how it worked… and no one touched his phone.
- The kind of trust that made me the only logical choice to make that painful trip to New York to collect little Ross’s belongings with him, to be the only other one with Gretchen in the recovery right after his heart surgery, or to spend the day with him getting treatment or transfusion for cancer.
But in the midst of my sadness I stand here today mostly grateful.
- Grateful I said yes to that first round of golf years ago.
- Grateful that I got to argue with him. And we were still friends.
- Grateful to have such a relational friend, who under a crusty outside cared for people and pursued relationships more than most people I know.
- Grateful that I was the one to walk through painful times with my friend.
- Grateful that God brought Ross into my life.
- Grateful that we remained trusting friends to the end.
- And most grateful that I will be with Ross again one day I believe, as our shared faith in Christ informs us.
I will miss the arguing, as well as the laughter. But mostly, I will miss my friend, as he always told me I would!
Ross Gullo/August 13th, 1953 – April 13th, 2019