Everything dies, baby, that's a fact

But maybe everything that dies someday comes back...

My friends need to stop dieing.  Just.  Stop.  No more bad news, no more frantic phone calls saying "OMG, did you HEAR??", and dammit, no more late night MySpace shockers. 

Today is one of my best friend's 37th birthday.  Unfortunatley, she's not here to celebrate.  She died at 31.  So, today weighs a bit heavy on me, has for a few years now.

Last night, Boyfriend and I treated ourselves to a much needed night out.  We hit the bar for a few hours, I drank a toast to Jen, got home a little after midnight.  Boyfriend wasn't feeling so hot, so he went to bed.  I was a little wired, so I decided to check my MySpace for the first time in ages.  For the first time, I took a peek at the new "Past Status Updates".  And saw this:  Robert Wake is Thursday at 5:30pm-8:30pm and then the Funeral is Friday @ 2pm at Northside Chapel in Roswell, GA..His loving wife, Stacy

Whoa.  Turns out, he had a heart attack on St. Pat's morning.  He was 37.  He has a 2 year old son.  He called me in the beginning of March, got my machine.  I called him back a few days later, got his machine.  It turned into a 2 week long game of phone tag, with neither of us actually catching the other one.  Then the calls stopped.  I assumed he went back to work again (He's been laid off and re-hired several times in the past year or so).  I wish I had been right.

RIP, Bear.  I'm sorry I didn't get back to you in time.  Please wish Jen a happy birthday for me.

   

   

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Thanks, guys. 

It looks like something kinda good (sorta) might come from this.  When I spoke with another old friend this morning, she was as floored as I was to hear about Bear.  She had been playing the same game of phone tag with him.  Like me, she's stunned, and saddened that she never got to say good-bye.  He was one of her "safe places" when she was a teen and ran away often.  She always ran to Bear, or to my place.  My Dad was the closest thing to a father she'd ever had, Bear the proverbial big brother.  She's decided that my Dad can't pass without her thanking him.  Her kids are off from school this week, and spending it with their father.  She's getting in her car tomorrow morning to head down here for a few days. 

 

"Everybody's going nowhere slowly, they're only fighting for the chance to be last.  There's nothing wrong with going nowhere, baby, but we should be going nowhere fast"

Sorry for your loss LadyC. Isn't odd how the only thing certain in life is dealth yet it's the hardest thing to deal with?

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I want to cry>>my daughter is only 15 months and if her father nor i were here for her>> well thats just hope we r....sorry for your loss :(

how are you holding up?

you know how i feel about this tragic loss from our PM's this morning.

a life robbed.

you have my home contact info. day or night. i'm a great ear.

><))))'>  

Ages 31 and 37, geez :(

Sorry that you had to find out that way Lady and for yours and his family's loss. 

I'm sorry for your loss LadyC. You and your friends family are in my thoughts.

 

ugh that stinks. its hard to find out stuff that way- not that its ever easy... 

"If lightning strikes twice, I dont want to be standing next to you! "

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