Tim

This morning I woke up to the bitter news that a friend had passed. I don’t know the circumstances of his passing, only that one day he was doing the things he loved best — bowling and laughing with friends — and the next day he was gone. I’ve heard rumors of heart failure, which can strike in an instant. If older than me, this friend was not by much. It is alarming.

To know this man you would know that he had a heart of pure gold. He was always there with a quick wry comment. Always willing to pitch in. He had a big, strong smile that would make his eyes squint. It seems he always got the jokes, and I could often hear him laugh at things I said from two lanes away. He was one of the select few that would stop at my work to say hi just because he was driving by. It is a pity that the weavers of destiny do not take into account “nice guy” when they decide your fate.

To hear of the passing, to feel the loss, of someone so close to your own inner circle is staggering. He was only one lane over in my journey of life and maybe two cars ahead. To take that curve and see the wreckage is a warning to me, I know. The warning isn’t to beware death or live cautiously in the slower lane but to live fully, to accelerate through the curves, and keep a big, strong smile to share every day. Life is too short, by far.

I don’t know when the end will come for me. Nobody does. I don’t know what happens after. Nobody does. I can only hope that the hereafter is a place of peace, in whatever form that takes. I hope that our memories live on somehow, but if they do not it becomes all the more crucial to hold the memories of those fallen in our own hearts and to share their stories compassionately.

In some cases that just comes naturally. This is just such a case. Farewell, my friend. Keep the heavens smiling; and teach the angels to bowl.

Author: Tom Being Tom

Tom writes a blog. When he’s not doing that he’s usually hanging out with Mrs C, his wife of 20 years. Together, they have two beautiful, golden boys. Literally. The retriever kind. Tom recently started a novel and is a member of one of the largest social groups known to man.

His worldview was formed by the strange intermingling of comic book superheroes, socioeconomic politics, the Air Coryell offense, and an atheistic spiritual awakening.

He intends to save the world next Thursday.

7 thoughts on “Tim”

  1. You put things down so well Tom. R.I.P. to your friend. And, yes – Life is short – Enjoy the moment and live for today.. And keep smiling!

  2. May your friend RIP Tom. Sending strengh your way in this time if sadness. I’ll pray for his family and loved ones my friend. SHANNON

  3. I love you so much, Uncle T! What a beautiful piece to express your friend and what an inspiration he was to you. I love you and I am so sorry to hear of your loss. Keeping you in my heart (as always) and praying for peace for all. XOXOXO

    ~ Lo-Lo

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