mickey

I lost a dear friend last night. He was one of those friends who wouldn't abandon you because of something you did or said; one of those friends who would always be there for you even if you couldn't always be there for him. He was the type of friend who would give everything he had and expect nothing in return. He was one of the few in my life to show what love really is, not only to me, but to everyone he met.

The last time we went out, he was fine. Perhaps a little more tired than usual, but I attributed it to the cruddy weather. He was the one who kept me fit - I wouldn't get any real exercise if it weren't for him. However, too much exercise was not healthy. He had a heart murmur from birth, as did his brother and sister, and it apparently progressed to the point where his heart was more than twice the normal size, and unable to sufficiently pump blood through his body. I saw him Sunday night before I went to sleep and he gave me the most penetrating, longing gaze I had ever seen. I was tired Monday, so work allowed me to go home at the regular time instead of staying late, and when I arrived home he wasn't there. Family members went to pick him up from the clinic, after he was given a number of medicines to give him enough energy to come home and say goodbye. Say goodbye in this case meant laying on the floor unable to move due to exhaustion, what with the lack of fresh blood circulating around and all. Hours passed, I hugged him a few last times, gave the family my opinion on further actions, and went to sleep.

Apparently they prayed for his condition to worsen quickly if worsen at all so they could know that they were making the right decision - and worsen it did. I'm told the time was about 2am when he was taken to the clinic, administered a little medical recipe, gave a final sigh of relief and closed his eyes.

I didn't cry at all; but I miss him.