I first met Joseph Gilliam in the Fall of 2010 at Purdue University. We were both football players on full scholarship, living in the same dorms, eating at the same table, sweating, and bleeding for the same team. I have to admit though, at first Joseph and I did not get along. It wasn’t anything malicious or hateful about it, we preferred company of other people. Freshmen year I though Joseph was slightly annoying and loud. He was from Indianapolis and even though I had onlyever met a handful of people from the state I now played football in, I determined quicklyI didn’t like them. The sentiment wasn’t one-sided. I was an awkwardlysilent, large, black man with a blonde mohawk. I was often times mistaken for a psychopath that could snap at any moment. People start rumors of me onlytalking to myself or inanimate objects. My first true introduction to Joseph was through my roommate at the time Reggie. Reggie and Joseph were addicted to the same video game and couldn’t go one night without playing each other. Joe had the biggest laugh and smile of anyone I had ever seen. He laughed as if he never knew hurt. He smiled as if he had never felt pain. The wisdom in his eye told you he had experienced much of life’s uglier sides, but that didn’t jade him.
I’m not sure if boredom or curiosity that attracted me to the game and also to Joseph. I learned through some hard-fought video game battles that Joe wasn’t necessarily loud to be loud, he was passionate. Everything he did was with all his heart and soul. I watched him compete in video games and that naturally extended to me watching him on the practice field. No matter how tough practice was, or how bad the coaches treated us, Joe gave his best. It wasn’t juston the field either, off the field, in the classroom, in his relationships with his family, in his faith. Joe was centered, grounded, and while all us were trying to figure out who we were trying to figure out who we were and who we wanted to be. Joe knew, he knew who he was, he knew what he wanted, and he worked tirelessly to achieve that. I was like the rest of the freshmen, I had no clue. The one thing I knew was that I wanted to at least try to go in the same direction as Joe. My roommate transferred that next year and Joe and his freshmen roommate decided to go their separate ways. That summer Joe and I decided to live together, and without discussing it, we began to do everything together. We took similar classes, we workout out together, we played the same video games, watched the same shoes, ate the same food, and slowlyour lives grew inseparably. We made manygreat friends along the way as well. As was I, people justseemed to be drawnto his energy, and his consistency. You know what you were going to get with Joe and you knew it wasgoing to be what you needed. I went from the scary psychopath mute, to an all big ten performer, a team captain, and one of the more popular guys on campus. Without a doubt that was because of Joe. Even though Joe’s football career was hindered by a horrible knee injury he never stopped encouraging and celebrating his teammates.
Towards the end of our college career Joe had his sights on a young lady. Someone who I happened to grow up with in Texas. One day Joseph asked me about Rachel, my good friend, and expressed a genuine interest in her. Now this was monumental because like I said before, Joe was someone who knew what he wanted. It wasclear through our time in college he was not impressed with any of the girls at Purdue. Joe without a doubt is one of the best man I’ve ever met, and to Rachel’s credit, she was his female counterpart in that aspect. The match made perfect sense to me, and after formally introducing them they became inseparable. A fewyears later I had the honor of being Joe and Rachel’s best man at their wedding. Life was better than it had ever been. Two of my closest friend had found eternal love within each other. After graduation, we all fought to see each other as much as possible. Guy trips with Joe and some of thefellas were an annual must. March 17th 2017, Joe, Rachel, and I flew to New York City to celebrate Joe’s birthday. On the way to New York City Joe had brought up some numbness, and loss of feeling in his leg. We attributed it to Joe’s past knee injury and tried make the most out of a big weekend. Joe’s birthday also fell along St. Patrick’s Day weekend, offering a plethora of options and adventures. We shopped, we drank, we danced, and laughed. For a birthday gift Rachel and I took Joe to a Brooklyn Nets vs Boston Celtics game, with floor seats. One of his favorite players at the time Isiah Thomas wasn’t playing that night but Joe treasured the experience just as much.
The next morning Joe had lost feeling in both his legs. Alarm started to set in. We had to go to the emergency room, powering through and waiting around wasn’t a choice anymore. We visited Mount Sinai West Hospital were Joe was tested for almost a months time before finding out he had stage four spinal glioblastoma. A rare form of cancer with a tumor wrapped around his spine, crushing it, and causing paralysis. The news was devastating. The news spread to Joe’s friends and family, and the love began to pour immeasurable amounts. In the start of Rachel and Joe’s relationship, Joseph had been Rachel’s rock through enormous health battles. Now it wasRachel’s turn to be there to support her husband, and she rose to the occasion gracefully. Without certainty for the future, without his ability to walk, Joe did was Joe always did. He began to be the rock. Joe’s faith was unmoved by his circumstances, and he was often a comforting force to those who came to comfort him. The illness progressed and eventuallyJoe lost use of almost all his motor functions. To this day I can’t wrap my head around how the most egregious thing can happen to the purest person I know. Everyone in Joe’s life prayed, cried, comforted, visited, and justloved on Joe. September 11th 2018 Joseph Marlow Gilliam was welcomed in to heaven and fully restored by our heavenly father. For me as well as many others Joe was my rock. Without him, my relationships started to shift, my emotions raged, my faith wavered. I tried every coping mechanism possible. Substances, therapy, church, I leaned on my friends, I became a recluse, but nothing filled the gaping hole in the middle of my life. Time heals all wounds, but people have been known to bleed out. I didn’t have time. Everything was falling apart. What was the point? Of being a good person? Of loving people? Ofstriving to be the change in the world. Joe had done all that, yet he was takenfrom us in 26 short years. Maybethe world doesn’t deserve those things? Why would I try to give it to them? So I stopped. I stopped living for the world. I began to live for Joe and for myself. There iszero doubt in my mind that Joe is in heaven and what I wanted more than anything was to see my best friend again. I took thingson one by one. In the morning I focused on waking up and silencing the pain long enough to get out of bed. During the day I focused on being productive, being consistent, being as close to Joe as I could. At night Iprayed to God to let me see Joe again one day, to let him visit me in a dream, to let sleep come without night terrors. Time is doing what was promised and I feel myself healing. I have good days and bad days but I aspire to be consistent to be Joe. My best friend died but our memories, our lessons, our love live on forever. I was rewarded with a visit from Joseph in my sleep. He didn’t say anything to me and I didn’t say anything either. He hugged me, and even though I was crying I was smiling. Then Joe smiled back at me and began to laugh. I should’ve known long ago, his laugh was the laugh of angels. I love you Joseph.