His Facebook page is full of lighthearted posts. Funny things he felt like passing along. Videos of cats. Smiling selfies. Humorous observations. The next post is bound to pop up any minute.
I barely knew him. He was a friend of a friend. We had pleasant exchanges in the comment section. I knew I’d like him. We’d yet to meet face to face. Vague plans had been made, and had yet to be carried out.
And now he’s dead, in his 50’s. Natural causes, they say. But there’s nothing natural about dying in one’s 50’s.
It’s all so fleeting. So unexpected. One day you’re taking a selfie, and the next you’re gone.
Life is precious. Don’t waste time. Savor every moment.
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Exactly why I drove to another city to meet You. And, I am so happy I did. I have been rewarded so many times, since connecting in person, putting a face with the voice in my head, and having a friend across the miles.
And what a wonderful day it was, too. (Well, except for almost having my dogs confiscated by the local police!) You are a true friend, and that’s more precious than gold.
Exactly why I drove to another city to meet You. And, I am so happy I did. I have been rewarded so many times, since connecting in person, putting a face with the voice in my head, and having a friend across the miles.
And what a wonderful day it was, too. (Well, except for almost having my dogs confiscated by the local police!) You are a true friend, and that’s more precious than gold.