my dads ole buddy
they were best freinds for a long time till he started dating my mom
she wouldnt let him come around, or let my dad go around him
(dunno why)
but the poor guy died the other day
my father hadnt seen him in years on end
the last time he saw him i was with him, he begged my dad to come by and see him sometimes and that hi missed him
well its a sad story and makes me feel bad just imagining how my fater must feel
then when we went to the wake today
it made me feel realy bad
a whole maybe 10 people showed up
one was the guys mother
a few were her friends that didnt even realy know him
me my dad and one other guy that was friends with him
it breaks my heart to see that someone could die so lonley
its like the only people who cared about him you could count on one hand
i was asked to help carry his body for tomorrow and accepted
there arent even enough people to carry him to the hole
that made my heart sink
poor guy
i hope i never end up like that