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the childhood hero i had seen in him died some time ago. it took about six years for the rest of him to catch up. i had been telling eric the story of his fall from my grace merely hours before i got the call from my father that my cousin was in the hospital, and was driving home with george from his house when i picked up to hear he was gone. the feeling is a mixture of incredible guilt, anger, and surprisingly more sadness than i can explain; but yet, i'm somehow numb.
i missed the call from chris, his brother, last week to 'personally' invite me to the barbeque at chris and darren's. it's not in chris' character to hold a family party, and let alone to call for personal invitations. i found out sunday afternoon that he had called four times while i was away to let me know he wanted me to come. the universe bends in some strange ways.
i didn't make it home in time to go to the barbeque and instead opted to go to see george on his birthday. i am almost, relieved. bill passed surrounded by his family, the thing he always said mattered most to him.
i missed the call from chris, his brother, last week to 'personally' invite me to the barbeque at chris and darren's. it's not in chris' character to hold a family party, and let alone to call for personal invitations. i found out sunday afternoon that he had called four times while i was away to let me know he wanted me to come. the universe bends in some strange ways.
i didn't make it home in time to go to the barbeque and instead opted to go to see george on his birthday. i am almost, relieved. bill passed surrounded by his family, the thing he always said mattered most to him.