Death of an Old Friend

A very short entry tonight.

Barry, an old friend of mine from high school, died tonight at a hospital in Florida. Barry and I hung out together in high school. We talked about our dreams, aspirations and woes together. He was my best friend at one time. We drifted apart over the years. But, I always had his number and he had mine in case we needed to get in touch. I mourn my old friend tonight. He was the same age as I am, 56 years old. I remember when that seemed ancient. It doesn't seem that way now. But, with the passing of Barry, death seemed to say "hello" to me tonight. You don't think about death when you are in your 20s or even in your 30s. In your 40s, you start to let it creep into your mind. Tonight, it definitely has crept into my mind.

I have drunk too much wine and probably have a multitude of grammatical errors and misspellings here. But, I don't care. At least for tonight. Barry was a rock to me during my divorce. He was there when he had problems of his own I didn't even know about. His mother ruined him at an early age. She caused a lot of his problems that I won't go into here. But, I sure as hell will in another entry later on. It will be a memorial to my old friend. He deserves at least that much from me. If he had one thin dime in his pocket, he would have given it to me. I know that for a fact.

In this day and time, it is considered odd and a sexual perversion to say you love someone of your own sex. I can't say I disagree with that on most matters. But, in the case of someone who you knew you could depend upon your entire life, I don't give a damn. I loved my old buddy Barry. He was my best friend. I will miss him as much, if not more, than I would a brother who passed.

That's all I will say for now. It's time for some more wine.


My deepest sympathy on the passing of your best friend.

You know have another guardian angel looking after you just as he did when he walked this earth with you.

God Bless....

I would like to share one of my favorite poems that echos my thoughts on death.....

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

Hi Dave
It just happens that we meet in the blogosphere in these sad moments for you. My sincere condolences.
I quite agree with jewels. And i myself would post on Death a little later, as it is the only truth in one's life. Rest everything is an illusion.
Let me congratulate you on your great blog. I'd sure return for more.

Let me stress my deepest sympathies to you, Dave, in this difficult time for you. I think it must have been therapy for your soul to write this article under the circumstances. God bless and know that your Blogger friends are here for you. Take care. Matt

Heartfelt entry.
My deepest sympathy.

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