“A friend who dies, it’s something of you who dies.” Gustave Flaubert

I lost a dear friend and ‘brother’ yesterday…didn’t see it coming and still don’t know what hit me. Certainly isn’t the first time and provided I live long enough, won’t be the last…but oh the pain.

And just when I was on a high, a man in full with important deadlines to meet, a speech to finish and plans to make. If reality wanted to get my attention it could have found another way. If I needed to be brought down a notch or two I would have preferred it be in a different fashion.

Now I can’t concentrate on anything and find myself wandering aimlessly, getting nothing accomplished. So those of you who are waiting on something from me please be patient. For those of you who don’t get my full attention in the days to come, please understand.

You see, life its ownself came calling on me and when the tears subside I’ll be busy remembering the good times, the laughs, jokes, jabs and great conversations. And then I’ll spend time mourning the loss of those that were to come.

Damn…just damn…

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