1940-2005
The last time I talked to him was through voice mail. It's been awhile since we actually talked. Once we were very good friends. When he moved to Californai and got married I was supposed to be his best man. It happened too quick for me to get off work and go out there. But somewhere along the way the calls slowed and we seemed to stop talking as much, than not at all. I don't think anything was wrong, our friendship just drifted away, as they sometimes do with distance. But I still considered him a friend and I hope he did me too.
Right after the hurricane I had a voice mail from him. He was calling to see if I was still alive, how bad things were. He sounded bad on the phone. Out of breath. I figured it was the cigarettes he smoked all his life. I called back but got his voice mai. I left a message that I was ok and that I would call him soon.
I never did make that phone call.
The other day I got a call from another good friend that he was dead. From cancer.
That's Paul on the left in picture. The one on the right is Mark, another good friend, the one that passed on his death to me.
Sometimes life sucks.
2 comments:
I'm so sorry to hear that. Losing a friend is never easy and sometimes makes you feel worse when what could have been 'that last conversation' slips right by. Even if you'd spoken with him, you'd now be tortured in some other way from it. Life, and death, are both tricky that way. It sounds like your friendship made it through the years and that, if nothing else, should bring a smile to your face and a flood of fond memories. Don't beat yourself up over not making the call back... remember that you had your own set of circumstances to deal with at the time. Very sorry to hear this.
Yeah, sometimes live does suck. I'm sorry for your loss.
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