My plan was to start out this week on a positive note. Last week was one of the most negative weeks I have had in a long time and though I wrote I didn’t publish anything. No need to bring everyone else down, it helped just to get it out.
In order to be positive I need to get some bad news out. Another one of my husband’s oldest friends died yesterday morning. As a young guy he lived life hard, fast, and free. Like they all did. As he got older and health issues crept into the picture he started to slow down and take care of himself. Kind of ironic that at a time in his life when he was treating his body the best it turned around said “gotcha” A year and a half later the cancer did get him.
John has joined the long list of friends my husband has had to say goodbye to. There aren’t many of them left. Though I didn’t know them when they were young and wild I did get to know them through stories, friends, and family. They would have been the crowd I wanted to hang with. I always loved the bad boys. They would have been the crowd I was not allowed to hang with. I ended up marrying one of those bad boys. That always makes me smile.
Instead of becoming depressed with the loss of another friend I will think back over the last 20 years and smile. Thankful I had the good fortune of knowing some of the best people on this planet.
Once again I will tell you: Take the time to call and visit the people you love. You may not get another chance.
Annatha (the name only John called me)