disjointed thoughts about a good friend
The visitation is tonight and I still can't believe he's gone.
I'm sitting at work and people are calling me with questions about the most trifling crap. But I'm thinking of totally different things.
I knew him for twenty years. More than half of my life, more than half of his.
There were only two people from high school I even made the most miniscule effort to stay in touch with. He was one of them.
I thought he'd always be there.
I wish I'd thrown him a surprise party.
It's been almost a week and suddenly I can't talk about it anymore. It seems to be getting worse, not better.
The video doesn't help.
I'm sitting at work and people are calling me with questions about the most trifling crap. But I'm thinking of totally different things.
I knew him for twenty years. More than half of my life, more than half of his.
There were only two people from high school I even made the most miniscule effort to stay in touch with. He was one of them.
I thought he'd always be there.
I wish I'd thrown him a surprise party.
It's been almost a week and suddenly I can't talk about it anymore. It seems to be getting worse, not better.
The video doesn't help.