I can’t imagine the horror, fear, and anguish she must’ve felt when she saw him there slumped over his desk. Even though he was relatively young – in his early 50s – and he was in decent shape, he was gone from a heart attack. He wasn’t the kind of person that you would worry about because of the things that he ate, and he’s stopped smoking more than a decade and a half ago, the same time that I did. He seemed perfectly fine one day and he was gone the next day. Messed up just doesn’t cover it.
I was one of the first people to know about my friend’s passing. His own parents had already passed away years earlier, and aside from his family, I was the closest thing he had. His oldest son called me from the hospital knowing that I would want to be there. I hurried out the door, got into my truck and started to head over to their house, since he said they were on their way home. The entire trip to their house, I kept thinking about all of the things that my buddy and I were still supposed to do. This wasn’t right. He shouldn’t be gone yet. We still had so damned much to do.
Not only was I thinking about the unfairness of it all. I started to think about my own mortality too, and that wasn’t pleasant. I mean, we did the same things, ate the same things, and were about the same weight and age.สล็อตออนไลน์ Was my own clock running out? By the time I reached their house, I’d gotten to the point where I realized I had to be as strong as I could for them. So that was what I did. The good news is I was there for them, to listen to them and tell them stories about my pal that they might not have known and to reminisce about the good times. Doing that actually helped me as well. I wasn’t just there for the funeral either. My wife and I are as close as ever to the family today, and we always will be.
The good news is that life goes on, and that’s a great thing. I’ve learned to live every day to its fullest and appreciate all of the little positive things that I can find, and that’s what you can do too. I’ve decided to keep on doing all of those things that my friend and I were going to do – deep sea fishing in the Gulf, hiking part of the Appalachian Trail, and visiting Vegas to name a few. I’m not doing it alone either. His oldest son, who’s in his late twenties now, is going to be coming with me. We’re going to have a great time, we’ll remember his dad, and have a great time.