Newest Member: Unsureofhope

HouseOfPlane

DDay 1986: R'd, it was hard, hard work. “Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” ― Mary Oliver

The OP died

Prostate cancer got him.

We had been friends back in the day, in a friend circle, so in seeing what our shared friends were up to, I randomly tracked what was up with his life. He got married to a woman with two young girls, appeared to have had a great relationship and was a good father, so good for that. All of the outpouring of tributes on Facebook are a little nauseating, but expected.

I had contemplated visiting him one more time, as I knew he was sick. I had also sworn to piss on his grave, but I guess it doesn't really matter. I'm glad he went first and I outlasted him. I'm not sure how I feel about it. Certainly not sad, but also really not happy. The whole thing was just a human tragedy.

The wife doesn't know, and I'm not going to tell her. My secret.

Cheers...

25 comments posted: Tuesday, May 17th, 2022

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