Jul 06, 2005 15:40
Two men. pete and re-pete. father and son.
friends of my family since as long as i can remember.
re-pete lives with his father re-pete.
he has lost his job
has lost his wife.
has alcoholism.
pete is on vacation.
and my father has been watching over re-pete daily.
most days he was hardly cohereant.
and about an hour ago my father found him dead.
my father called and said, "my worst nightmare has come true."
moments like this make a person reliaze how precious their existance can be.
moments like this make me ask myself, "was it worth it?"
a person might be happy being drunk but a person isn't
happy
sad
anything anymore
when they're dead,
and everyone else is left to clean up the mess and pick up the pieces.
i am going running.