Well... it's about 1:30am on Tuesday morning. I can't sleep obviously.
I just found out that a friend of mine from High School died on January 2nd. I got mourning music going and got the ole yearbook out remembering him.
I feel kind of guilty... ya know? I mean, cats always sign yearbooks with their phone numbers and the phone baloney "call me," thing. I'm sure they wouldn't mind a call from you, but can you really think of anybody who truly means it? He never did that number deal. He wrote that he'd see me later, and we kept in touch via AIM. The last time I spoke with him, he was at the community college up in Maryland doing well. Now I come to find out he's gone.
Whenever someone dies and I'm tied to them somehow, I can't help but feel down about it. A bit of guilt, but mostly sorrow for the fact that another good person has left us. Even if I never really directly spoke with them.
But here... man... someone I was buddy's with. I hung out with this dude a lot my senior year, and even some when I came back after a year in college.
Never lose touch with your past. At least let them know how much you treasure the time ya'll had. They might not care, but as they say, the truth will set you free. I can't think of many people who got to say everything they wanted to to somebody they were close to that's dying.
Rest in Peace Dusty. When we meet again, "I'll hook you up." I know where you're at bo, keep a watch on all of us and meet up with me at the gates.
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