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A Passing
Got an email from home saying that my old roommate passed away suddenly last week. He was 43. We were a couple of 18/19 yr old guys in a college town livin and partying it up. It was both of ours first time "on our own". He was Boston transplant and I was the hometown kid. Boy did we raise some h3ll and have some fun.
We were good friends for about a year or so, and then got on each others nerves 6 months after deciding to be room mates. Got into a fist fight and went our separate ways. He remained in town, I moved south after another year or so . I Liked it in Carolina and stayed.
I caught up with him by accident on a visit home about 9- 10 years later, it was a friendly reunion we had a beer, joked about how we were pushing 30.
We never spoke again, but my parents would occasionally stop at the Pub he managed for 10+ years, which always resulted in the "hows Bob doin?" with the "Tell him I said hi too" response from me. I always meant to stop back in on a visit home. Never made the time for that visit.
He finally found a girl and settled down, late like I had. His son DJ is just a year or two older than Devin.
Can't say that I am mourning the loss, the bonds of our friendship were gone long ago. Life is like that, you move on.
I think it's more like regret. Regret that maybe we should have caught back up. And too, a touch of realization. About a lot of things that we come to realize as we get older.
Aren't we supposed to grow old, and watch our grandchildren for a while. He shouldn't have left this world yet. For those of us from the 80's we are still supposed to be conquering the world now. Yes, everyday is a gift.
Thanks for letting me ramble a bit.
Say a prayer for DJ Strong ( and his Mom Peg) - his Daddy was a good guy.
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