I've been gone from this board for a while now. But I am down today and decided to share my woes with you all.
I lost my friend Sat morning. My friend was a co-sufferer of this disease we all speak of. Of all people, I didn't think the disease could get him.
His family tried to shield me from the circumstances, but in a small town things don't stay secret long.
I feel weak, powerless. I had enjoyed the company of my friend the Sunday before his Saturday. It sounds chiche, but he really did appear fine, looked good, and was fun to be with.
Now, I am actually looking forward to his memorial service. I will finally meet his son and daughter-in-law, and his grandchildren. He always wanted me to meet them and I never had the chance before. I heard the plan is for my friend's son to move back to town to take care of his Mom. Now, I will get to see his grandchildren grow up instead of him.
I guess all I can do is let out a long sigh, try to keep my composure at the service, then see what tomorrow is like.
I want "I wish I had one more day to spend at the office" on my tombstone.
I used to be crazy, but now I have enough money to be called eccentric.