On Thursday, the 21st, I lost a dear friend.
he was an older man, some 25 years older than me. he was NOT a dub. we became friends over 10 years ago because of a mutual hobby, that of ham radio, or amateur radio if you prefer. we belonged to a club and we saw things differently than the rest. he left the club, as did I and many others. we had something in common there. the reason this loss will take its toll, and the reason I will miss him so, is because, every day for the better part of 6 years or more, we always had and interesting chat on the radio. everyday for the last 4 years, it was a regular thing, seeing as how my trip home was an hour drive, to find us on the radio talking about anything and everything. we had other common interests also, radio, computers, and various other hobbies. 6 months ago his health started to fail. when ever he needed anything, and it was rare, I told him, say the word, its not a problem. and yes, I would rearrange a thing or two to accommodate him. why? because that's what friends are for. no if's no ands and no buts. there was no stipulations, no demands...just being the friends we were, even with the large gap in our ages. when he called me and said, come over, I need you to move my computers, I went right away. I knew then the outlook was grim, but he was always hopeful, always had the positive approach, even after being admitted this last time to the hospital, the final time, he thought he would get out and take up other hobbies to pass the time and keep him busy. the cancer got him first however. I was glad I made the frequent trips to the hospital to see him, rather than just radio chat. he was too week for that. and the last time I saw him was Wednesday night. I knew it was the last. on Thursday morning his girlfriend called me at work to tell me that he had passed away. it was not a shock. she asked if I would be a pall bearer for him. of course I said yes. tonight I went to his wake, and tomorrow I will go to his funeral. although a horrible thing to say, I find relief in the fact that he is no longer suffering in so much pain as he was. I will miss him dearly. those long drives home will never be quite the same.
good bye my friend.
until we meet again.
Gramps
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zev
Now feeling the pain of sitting on the pickets class.