I lost a good friend yesterday, one from my "wild and wooly" teenage years. His name was Jonny, and he was in a band with someone I had been "in love" with for most of my life. Note I use quotes around "in love," as I never really knew what being in love was until my Greg came along. But that's another story...
Jonny was very sick for a very long time. He had terrible kidney problems, and was a very brittle diabetic. He had two kidney transplants, and both failed (the donors were two of his brothers). He was on dialysis daily for at least 20 years (yep, I said 20 years). He was never expected to live to be 25, much less 40+. It was a miracle we had him with us as long as we did.
He was a sweet, kind man, with a good heart and a sould filled with love for all that knew him. He never married or had kids, but his family and friends were extremely important to him. He was a gifted songwriter, singer, and musician, and a great friend. We will miss him very much.
That "someone" I mentioned earlier, the one I thought I was in love with for so long? He called me to give me the news. I had already heard, but I told him I appreciated him thinking of me. Before I hung up the phone, he said, "I love you, Sweetheart." I said, "I love you too..." but I realized that it was completely different now. I loved him as a friend, as a part of my past, as someone who once meant the world to me, but now was just someone I am very fond of. I told Greg about the phone call, all about it, and he was fine with it. Greg said, "it was nice of him to think of you." It was...
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I'm so sorry to hear about your loss, m'dear. It's a shame, to be certain, but as you said, for him to have lived as long as he did speaks volumes to his resolve.
As for the guy who called you...
I'm just glad you've found true love. :)
I am so sorry sweetie, so sorry.
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