Cinderella 11pm

Our friend Bob, age 83, died last night of complications from throat and neck cancer, and I am so sad.

Rest in Peace, sweet man.

In the 50 years I’ve known him, he never had an unkind word about anyone, always a smile. Even when he was worried or sad, he was compassionate.
He would get his feelings hurt easily, and things haunted him for years.
He was reliable, honest, responsible, careful, clean, tidy, organized and neat.
He loved beautiful things and had very good taste, and took good care of his treasures.
He loved to watch football and hear the latest entertainment industry gossip.

He was always worried that nobody would show up at his funeral, but he has so many devoted friends because he was such a good friend himself, that there will be at least two dozen of us there. Which is an enormous crowd when you are that age and not famous.

I am glad his pain and suffering are over, because the last three to six months were horrible for him, full of fear and worry, with all that physical pain on top of it.
But I am sad that he is gone, that the Bob I knew is not here, freely able to move around and talk and laugh.

Every time someone dies, a piece of you is left behind with them.

I’m crying and the tears are pouring down my face.
It must be for myself though, this mourning, this feeling of loss and remembrance – because he is finally at peace.

I’ve known he was dying for months, but somehow when it happesn it’s always a shock.

My friends, while you are here on this earth, let me tell you that you are precious, and thank you for being in my life, cyber or face-to-face.

You touched many people’s lives Bob, and we are all the better for knowing you.
Infinite Love and Hugs, and may you be having first hand experience of the Angels and God right now. One day, I will see you again – until then, you are in my heart.