Ain't life strange.

Ain't life strange?

 

 

A few years ago I lost my best friend.  Recently I was thinking about what he was and what life brings.   I thought once I am gone all I was and all I would ever be are gone.  My friend was kind, generous, intelligent, educated, and courteous.  I was confident my wife and daughter liked him more than me (just kidding). He was all those things and more.  He genuinely cared about people not just lip service.  He had become an educator at the school I was working at.  Prior to this job he was a CPA working in the school districts headquarters.  He attended Rutgers University and New Mexico State.  His wife passed away from cancer a few years earlier and I felt he was lost without her.  As with most intelligent accomplished persons he did well with all things he attempted.  He played guitar and bass in a jazz band.  When he found a position with the church band he devoted himself to practice.  He acquired a black labrador retriver of 18 months.  Traing it as a hunting dog it blossomed into an incredible working dog within a year.  We duck hunted and dove hunted for years with his buddy and companion Jett.  He was an above average golf player who consistently shadded me by ten strokes.  I thought about these things and mny others realizing all he was is gone.  Only the memories remain. When my time or yours comes the same will be said.

 

Andrew C. Smithson