My best friend died 1 year ago today
My best friend died 1 year ago. Odd that he died on the day when we were having a memorial for another friend who died in September. This wasn’t a Hello Kitty/ BFF friendship. We were friends.
Richard was probably my first friend when I moved to Florida, my parents buying a house. He had a swing set that had a horse on it. I think I was 5. That was cool.
We had basic childhoods. His father would talk to mine as he threw a tennis ball in the air so we could get some outfield experience. If we missed, just a “doink”.
I suppose if his dad thrown bricks we would have learned sooner.
(Also see shrimping, fishing and throwing castnets)
We played “Smear the Queer” (forgive the name, it was long ago) just like everyone else. Tether ball, kick ball, 4 square.
Later in life, we did things parents wouldn’t like. We would smoke weed, go to the local Duncan Donuts. Get a dozen Donuts, a couple of crullers, stop at the store a each get a quart of Chocolate milk. I won’t mention the Acid and Pink Floyd.
I have a million stories to tell here.
But, eventually, I moved around the state, while he married and stayed put,
I moved to Pompano Beach, West Palm, and Orlando.
When my Father died, I didn’t cry at his funeral. I guess I saw it coming. 14 months of being the primary care giver. When my best friend died, I cried for a week. It was overnight. The police were in his parent’s driveway when I already knew he was dead. His dad was doing maintenance to his truck. That sucked the most.
RIP dude. Missing you.