I lost a friend last week. I heard the news on Facebook, that an old friend passed away. He just had a birthday a few weeks ago. We never know if it’s going to be our last one, do we? I still consider myself pretty young, I just turned 41. He was 48. I’m not sure what happened, but that’s not the point. The point is an old friend is gone. Throughout the weekend, I remembered some good times we had. He was a very witty guy, he was a great storyteller, he loved animals and music. He was an overall nice guy. He was a friend of me and my husbands when we were dating and first married. He got me my first job out of college, he told us about an opening in his apartment complex when we were looking for a place, so our first place as a married couple was there, and he was in our wedding. Other than the occasional like or messaging on Facebook, we haven’t talked in awhile. Knowing he’s no longer on this earth, just makes it hard to wrap my mind around it. We went to his wake yesterday, it was so quiet. I remember years back that he said he wanted a full gospel African choir to sing at his funeral and weep over his casket. Instead, it was just quiet. His death was sudden and a surprise, I think everyone was still in shock. We didn’t stay for the funeral, we had to get back to work. I’ll always remember the times we had with him though.
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. ~From a headstone in Ireland