Dear John

By Libby


I haven't blogged much today because I got a email late last night telling me my only friend in this little town had died suddenly on Sunday. It wasn't entirely unexpected. He was in stage four cancer and the chemo had stopped working but we had dinner the week before and he looked great. He was in good spirits. I posted about it on my other blog saying it was hard to grasp that he was dying because he looked so good. Now he's gone. I'm sad but I can't cry. I wish I could. I think I would feel better and he deserves to be mourned with soul wrenching sobs.

I was going to call him to have lunch this week. I never got around to it. Now it's too late. I think I know what killed him so suddenly but I can't really talk about it yet. I've been thinking about him all afternoon though and I feel terrible that he died alone when I live so close by.

I'm glad I kissed him goodbye the last time I saw him. I rarely did that. But I really wish I had called him again one more time before he died. Rest in peace John. You were a good man.