One of the saddest parts of growing old is that you are still alive while your family, friends, and salient people in your life pass on before you. While some may consider it a blessing, others may consider it a sort of curse, or perhaps a God-Given opportunity to get your life together for when you too will come to your end.
I just lost another good friend - Joe Tom Trunzler. This is the link to his obituary: Obituary
But no matter how sweet the words, obituaries only tell a small part of a person's life. There are both fun and painful moments, mixed into a collection of fear and confusion, love and hate, loss and betrayal, and experiences that cannot be hidden away, never to raise their ugly head.
I knew Joe to be a friend before all else. We even joked about being 'cousins,' in spite of at least ten generations of people separating us from our latest common ancestors. At the same time, being 'cousins' gave us a reason to be even closer friends.
The last time I saw Joe, he was a patient in a nursing home. His fragility was obvious, and there was little talk between us. But he knew I was there. And that's all that matters now.
Goodby Joe.
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