It's something we all experience from time to time, but Monday I lost one of my best friends. Art was only 49. He was a diabetic, and like me had severe arthritis, but a much more positive outlook on life. No matter what happened he always looked on the bright side.
Last year they had to take his one leg off, and not once did he complain or was bitter about it. He was the most generous, heart warming person you ever wanted to meet. And funny too, we had so much fun playing cards.
Some in our group thought he was gay, and he and I played off of that and kept the group wondering about the both of us.
I met his sister and mother and I understood where he got his warmth and compassion from. He was the kind of person you just couldn't help but love, and I will miss him dearly.
Last year they had to take his one leg off, and not once did he complain or was bitter about it. He was the most generous, heart warming person you ever wanted to meet. And funny too, we had so much fun playing cards.
Some in our group thought he was gay, and he and I played off of that and kept the group wondering about the both of us.
I met his sister and mother and I understood where he got his warmth and compassion from. He was the kind of person you just couldn't help but love, and I will miss him dearly.