Bugnatr
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Usually I don't get into losing a friend or loved one on the internet but I just felt a need to post. Greg was 59 and the big C took him today at 4:20.
I had only been in California a few months. It was a real low time for me going through a divorce, trying to find employment- things were just ******. Then we met on July 4th, 1979. Greg and his group of friends got to know me and we were good friends for years but for reasons that don't matter anymore we hadn't talked over the last 10 years. However my brother in Sacramento who lives nearby still had contact with him and kept me in the loop when Greg started to battle the cancer. Wednesday evening I went to the hospital to visit him. I was apprehensive on the hour drive to see him about what to say and would he be able to communicate in his advanced stage of illness.
We had a wonderful conversation for over an hour discussing family, old friends and the good times we had. At the end when I was leaving he unhooked a few items, stood up and we had a good hug. I knew on the way home it would be the last time we would talk but also felt such relief and actual joy that our visit went so well. I am glad that I went to see him, had I not that would have been a regret I would have carried for a long time.
Hoist a beverage of choice when you can just for Greg-he would like that. Peace friends.
I had only been in California a few months. It was a real low time for me going through a divorce, trying to find employment- things were just ******. Then we met on July 4th, 1979. Greg and his group of friends got to know me and we were good friends for years but for reasons that don't matter anymore we hadn't talked over the last 10 years. However my brother in Sacramento who lives nearby still had contact with him and kept me in the loop when Greg started to battle the cancer. Wednesday evening I went to the hospital to visit him. I was apprehensive on the hour drive to see him about what to say and would he be able to communicate in his advanced stage of illness.
We had a wonderful conversation for over an hour discussing family, old friends and the good times we had. At the end when I was leaving he unhooked a few items, stood up and we had a good hug. I knew on the way home it would be the last time we would talk but also felt such relief and actual joy that our visit went so well. I am glad that I went to see him, had I not that would have been a regret I would have carried for a long time.
Hoist a beverage of choice when you can just for Greg-he would like that. Peace friends.
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