I just found out that one of my friends from my old writing critique group died two days ago. I still participate in that group via email and telephone. We’re pretty close. Have been for years. But John was one to come and go. He was a good writer, a grandfather, a man who beat back many obstacles in his physical limitations and wrote about it. Wrote well about it, too.
He’d been a serious nicotine addict for years. He’d smoked heavily for 30 years, then got off cigarettes by starting with chewing tobacco, then got off that by switching to the patch, then got off that by overeating himself into serious obesity. When I first met him, he was 100 pounds overweight and connected to an oxygen tank that his doctors promised he’d never be rid of. Ever.
Well, he got himself on some serious healthy foods, lost all the weight, and got off the oxygen, and his doctors basically told him he was a medical miracle. He was working on a memoir about his experiences. When I finally managed to quit smoking, he was someone who helped me out a lot in those first few weeks.
And now, he’s gone. And I don’t have any details yet. And I’m 2,000 miles away from where the funeral will be held. And dammit, it just doesn’t feel RIGHT at all that I won’t be there.
I was going to come in here and tell you all some really funny story about how I started this blog, because today is the anniversary of my first blog post, but I read my email first and found out that my friend is dead.
And I just can’t think of anything funny anymore.
I’m gonna go call RegularDad and have myself a good old cry.

Well, that just sucks. I’m so sorry that your friend has died and that you’re so far away from where he was.
Oh no. How horrible. I am so sorry.
hugs and hugs and hugs. big sigh. long understanding quiet pause……
sitting quietly with you here in cyberspace. i’m sorry R-mom.
I’m so sorry to hear about your friend. Sending lots of hugs your way today…
I’m so sorry. I’m sending lots of good thoughts your way.
Thanks everyone.
It sounds like he lived a full life. It’s sad you won’t be there for the final goodbye, though.
I’m so sorry. Death is really horrific. The death of someone beautiful is worse. And we’re all beautiful. So very sorry. That sounds trite, but my heart goes out to you.
I’m very sorry to hear that, I’m wish you the best.
I’m awfully sorry to hear you’ve lost a friend. I hate how losing someone leaves a hole in your life, no matter how far away they are when it happens, no matter how long it’s been since you saw them.
{{{hugs}}}
I’m so sorry about your friend.
Thanks again to all of you. I’ve been out taking pictures of the eclipse. It was freezing, but worth it. The moon is so quietly beautiful. It reminds me of my friend. How serendipitous, yes?
(((Regularmom))) I don’t know what to say. My thoughts are with you.
I am so sorry. I had something similar happen, and its a cold lonely place to be.