A year ago today our roommate suddenly left us. The sting of the pain has subsided ever so slightly but the shock has not. There was so much we were going to do but obviously can't now. Oh yes I can and still might but it just won't be the same. We fought like cats sometimes but he was more like the big brother I never had. I still yell at him now and then when something goes missing playfully because I swear he liked messing with my head! I wish I could say he got his final wish but those that got to make those decisions did what THEY wanted instead. But I know the first person he saw was his daddy and they probably got their own farm up there. No more being a soldier for his country or family now just doing what he spent so much time in his final years trying to figure out how to get back to. Farming and deer hunting... Living the hillbilly life he so desperately missed. It was him that brought the first deer meat into the house, straight from his family's house in Kentucky. Knowing his family his brother probably shot it from the barn roof!
I feel blessed to have known him for a decade and spent most of that as roommates. It wasn't always easy but even when we got on each other's nerves he always had my back.
Rest in peace my friend.