Twelve years to the day. . .
I was lucky enough to have the undying love and support of my incredible friend and buddy.
Hunter, I will never ever forget you. You were the best friend that a man could ever have.
Born September 15, 1997
Adopted June 27, 1998
Passed June 27, 2010
I'm not quite together enough to capture my thoughts, so I'll let Ann Hampton Calloway and Liz Calloway do it for me.
My Buddy/Old Friend
Life is a book that we study.
Some of it’s leaves bring a sigh
There it was written, my Buddy,
That we must part, you and I.
My buddy, my buddy,
Nobody quite so true.
My buddy, my buddy,
Your buddy misses you.
Love is rare, Life is strange
Nothing lasts, people change.
Every time I've lost another lover
I call up my old friend
And say let's get together
I'm under the weather
Another love has suddenly come to an end
And he listens as I tell him my sad story
And wonders at my taste in men
And we wonder why I do it
And the pain of getting through it
And he laughs and says: "You'll do it again !"
And we sit in a bar and talk till two
'Bout life and love as old friends do
And tell each other what we've been through
How love is rare, life is strange
Nothing lasts, people change
And I ask him if his life is ever lonely
And if he ever feels despair
And he says he's learned to love it
'Cause that's really a part of it
And it helps him feel the good times when they're there
And we wonder if I'll live with any lover
Or spend my life alone
And the bartender is dozing
And it's getting time for closing
So we figure that I'll make it on my own
But we'll meet the year we're sixty-two
And travel the world as old friends do
And tell each other what we've been through
How love is rare, life is strange
Nothing lasts, people change
How love is rare, life is strange
Nothing lasts, people change
Old friend.
Hunter, I will never ever forget you. You were the best friend that a man could ever have.
Born September 15, 1997
Adopted June 27, 1998
Passed June 27, 2010
I'm not quite together enough to capture my thoughts, so I'll let Ann Hampton Calloway and Liz Calloway do it for me.
My Buddy/Old Friend
Life is a book that we study.
Some of it’s leaves bring a sigh
There it was written, my Buddy,
That we must part, you and I.
My buddy, my buddy,
Nobody quite so true.
My buddy, my buddy,
Your buddy misses you.
Love is rare, Life is strange
Nothing lasts, people change.
Every time I've lost another lover
I call up my old friend
And say let's get together
I'm under the weather
Another love has suddenly come to an end
And he listens as I tell him my sad story
And wonders at my taste in men
And we wonder why I do it
And the pain of getting through it
And he laughs and says: "You'll do it again !"
And we sit in a bar and talk till two
'Bout life and love as old friends do
And tell each other what we've been through
How love is rare, life is strange
Nothing lasts, people change
And I ask him if his life is ever lonely
And if he ever feels despair
And he says he's learned to love it
'Cause that's really a part of it
And it helps him feel the good times when they're there
And we wonder if I'll live with any lover
Or spend my life alone
And the bartender is dozing
And it's getting time for closing
So we figure that I'll make it on my own
But we'll meet the year we're sixty-two
And travel the world as old friends do
And tell each other what we've been through
How love is rare, life is strange
Nothing lasts, people change
How love is rare, life is strange
Nothing lasts, people change
Old friend.