I Have Lost a Friend

Five years ago today, I got the dreaded phone call. A very unexpected one. That my best friend of 30 years had passed away. I knew he was sick, he just never told me HOW sick. Part of me is relieved at that, while the other is angry. I still curse him for that today.

It certainly doesn't seem like a whole five years have gone by. It feels as though it was just a few days ago. I can still here his voice over the phone, telling me that all is okay and asking about the whales I am watching for, then his five year old son, yelling off to the side, "Whales? I wanna see!!" I still laugh at the thoughts of him being duct taped to the floor on his 40th birthday while sound asleep after drinking a ton. I still smile at the sound of pride in his voice as he tells me that his son was born. A whole jar of memories held dear to my heart.

The one person who knew everything and anything about me took my deepest, darkest secrets to the grave with him, where they lay in peace and silence. I never imagined that one phone call the night before would be the last time I'd ever hear his voice.



I'll never forget those eyes, so deep and so blue
I'll never forget those eyes, so loving and so true
I'll never forget those eyes, as they still haunt me today
I'll never forget those eyes, though gone, they still look my way