This blog was supposed to be about how I’d hit a writer’s
block wall. I had all these topics, and I would start at a blinking cursor,
having nothing to say. I’m never at a
loss for words, so this is unusual for me.
Saturday afternoon I received word that one of my oldest
friends had been killed that previous Friday.
I spent the last 2 days on the phone calling people around
the country. As I watched the news
reports, I ranted on Social Media about the vulture-like cycle of a 24 hour
news media, how they had dragged my friends nearly 90 year old father out onto
his driveway for a sound byte, and how they kept emphasizing the man who caused
the crash, who had his license revoked.
But although Tom’s death was unjust, sudden, and violent,
there is no malice attached to it, and this is a comfort. Tom was a delivery driver, and as such, felt
the constant threat of robbery, and violence.
As hard to accept as Toms passing is for me, it would have been unbearable
to have had this happen
I’m tired. I’m angry,
and sad, and I’m glad to be back at my desk this morning. And I miss my friend.
He lived on the other side of the country, but we kept up
through facebook. He would come in to
town, and we would get together with his pals, and his some haunt he loved –
pizza, or bbq, never anything fancy.
His MD friends are doing a Memorial. Planning feels like the one
thing I can still do for him. I’ve talked
to his brother, and it was as hard for me as it was for him.
I still can’t put him in the past tense, not just yet.
Being in a place where we had so many memories makes them
come alive…
