Fly with the angels, my friend
Just got some crappy news from back home. Another friend has died. B and I had lost touch after I moved away from the old hometown, but apparently he'd gone on to a happy married life with a kid and all kinds of good stuff he deserved. He was only 45. I have no details yet other than he passed from a sudden illness on Wednesday and the memorial is on Monday. Now his mom has lost both her children. This totally sucks. D died in a car crash the summer before our senior year in high school. All those memories are right up swirling around in my head and my heart again...that was 24 freaking years ago and it feels like it just happened. I can still feel her arms around me as we hugged goodbye about 20 minutes before she was dead. My arm is still soaked from B losing it and crying. Now he's gone, too. Fuck. I hate this. I just fucking hate this.
Lesson: Don't lose touch with the people who are important to you. Time moves too fast and sometimes you don't get the chance to tell them again that you love them and that they matter.
Fly with the angels, my friend.
Lesson: Don't lose touch with the people who are important to you. Time moves too fast and sometimes you don't get the chance to tell them again that you love them and that they matter.
Fly with the angels, my friend.