A family member and childhood friend, my age, passed away. [View all]
The memorial service was this Thanksgiving weekend.
Not a suicide, exactly. A work accident about a decade ago disabled him. Previous the accident he was a very physical person. His kids were conceived on, or shortly after, riding motorcycles and ATVs.
Myself, I was competent enough riding a big motorcycle, but I never got laid that way. I never even got a woman to hop onto a bike with me, destinations unknown.
Nice floods, yellow baseball helmet, long-johns red shirt, and blue socks, dude! (I still can't dress right.)
I suppose my friend simply decided to stop paying attention to all the annoying medical things required to keep himself alive after the accident.
A neighbor discovered him dead and alone in his room, slumped over in his wheelchair.
People, including family, tended to leave him alone because he was often angry.
No, life is not fair.
Here on DU I sometimes joke around that I'm going to quit my meds, alienate everyone who loves me, and die homeless on streets
But most mornings I wake up believing this won't be the day.
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