A friend of mine died early this morning. I don’t want to think about it now. I was very inspired to think and write shortly after I cried on the way home from work, but not now.
I’m upset right now because I should have called him… A friend that I hadn’t seen in years and had just thought of this past weekend.
I had so many questions for him – and so many more now that he’s gone.
With quivering knees I stood in the garage this evening and listened to tapes we had made together ten years ago. Just like he and I did ten years ago.
I miss you Tom.