I woke a few minutes ago1, rolled over, and decided I wanted water. So I got up, emptied my bladder, and got some water. I then sat down at my worktable and noticed my open journal. At the bottom of the page I had written “Vaya con Diôs, mi hermano. I love you forever.” I then remembered that my best buddy in high school died Sunday night. A cancer got him.
I did not get south to Corpus Christi on my last trip east. I made it as far south as Lubbock for a few days before heading west and home. Work called me home. I thought I would get back east and make the leg south this year, but then the workload increased enough that I could not leave.
Then he posted he was sick. A week or two later he posted he could no longer deal with social media. That was the last I heard from him. My text message went unanswered. My intuition told me things were bad. They were.
I can only hope he passed peacefully without too much pain. He had enough pain in his life. I prayed for him once I learned of his illness. I prayed for healing and I prayed for his peace. The healing was selfish and the peace was all I knew to offer.
I met him over 50-years ago. My dad moved us to Missouri to follow his dream of working a farm. That was either brave or foolish of him, to leave a life in surburbia and a job as skilled labor (heavy equipment operator) working as an independent contractor to pursue a life in rural Missouri working a farm.
That took me from the California school system (high school) to a rural high school in a town of 2,500 souls. It made me the odd man out and most of the townie boys were either hostile to the new guy or indifferent. A few were more open minded and friendly and my buddy was one of them.
We spent a lot of time together in high school. After high school we went our separate ways… he to the service and me towards engineering. I did not hear from him for many years until I found him on Facebook. That reopened the connection and we stayed in touch.
I attended our 50-year high school reunion primarily because he said he would. I had a project in Corpus Christi, so I made it a point to stop by and see him for a few hours before I had to leave. We kept up via FB after that.
Now there is a void left behind. The loss is not as savage as some in my experience, but there is loss nonetheless. I use aphorisms, generally with some light humor about them, and one is that the thing about living is that you never get out of it alive. One of the lessons for me is to live it, to make sure that I do some of the things I love every day… be sure to tell my loved ones that I love them, often… be kind to those around me… pray, thanking God for all good things… interacting with The Girl, playing, walking, snuggling… the list continues, so induct.
It has been colder here, not that biting cold of deep winter, but below freezing in the morning and only a bit warmer during the day. But the Sun is shining and walking The Girl gives us a chance to absorb its generous heat in the cool air. The image above reminds me that just a few months ago it was a lot warmer and the Sun rose early. I miss it a little bit as we approach the Winter Solstice.
The Girl is lame in the port aft leg. I think she damaged her ACL and will need surgery. Her vet will do his workup on her today and then I will know the options for her treatment.
So i have to be careful with her so she does not damage it more. She will probably have surgery to repair it and then go through the healing process. So, we are in for a bit of work. But that is OK. I do not mind working with her at all. She is worth it.
And despite the loss of my friend, I remain grateful. I had time with him. He was my friend and brother from another mother. And life is still good.
1I wrote this about 0200h.