I don’t like friends dying on me. Didn’t they realize how much I counted on them?
This has been a tough year. I count four important people in my life who took off – most of them without any notice at all.
When close friends or relatives die, no one is there to take their specific place in my inner circle. It isn’t like trading in an old, reliable car for a newer model. Each close friend is unique, one of a kind.
And here is where I am so selfish. My best buddies leave this earth with a special appreciation and understanding of me. They knew me, my warts, my failures and accomplishments. It was impossible for them to bequeath that special knowledge and love to another human being.
The good part is, I have cherished memories of them to ruminate on each day. And no one can steal those away from me.
You guys went missing. But you are still with me.