Me too. It's a shame that we could never be friends.
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We were members of a stock club before and not long after 9/11.
19 members, maybe 20 including us.
One of our cross-country trips was to meet each and every one of them.
And we did.
Went to two funerals in the Y2K years. I loved those guys. I mean, I LOVED THEM.
Mark and I would icq all night. He was the kind of man who could make you wet your pants. He was hysterical.
He got sick and we went down to NC to visit with him.
I am so naïve that I didn't know he was dying. Within a month, he did pass away. We went down again to go to the funeral. I loved him and miss him a lot.
One funny upshot to the whole thing was his wife asking me if Mark had a "lady friend" whom she was unaware of. I said, "Are you kidding me? NO WAY!"
She then told me about her friend, who was sitting behind me during the funeral. The friend told her that some blondie female was SOBBING HYSTERICALLY in the Church.
yup, it was me.
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South Carolina: our friend, Jim. Loved him, too.
Went to see him in hospice, and then returned for the funeral.
He was always sending pictures of the work he was doing around his house, pics of his trips, grandchildren and he and his wife.
After Jim passed, the gents had a vote on whether to let her in the club.
Being I was there, I figured she was golden.
UNANIMOUS NO.
I guess I was one of the guys.
I was so sad when the group had to break up.
I still remember their names, addresses, phone numbers and their alias names on Raging Bull.
Nobody but us knew that we were all acquainted.
This is the first time I ever even mentioned it.
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Anyway, yes, I like funny. Primarily, I like SMART, FUNNY, KIND, GENTLE and a WATCHER-OUTER. (IN THAT ORDER)
I know I have just started to cry.
I hate people dying.
I HATE IT.
Who started with this carp?
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EXCUSE ME, but we ARE FRIENDS. Now, knock it off with the "too bad we can't be..."
That's bullshit if I ever heard it. SMOOCH!
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