Recently I heard of a passing
Of a childhood friend.
I first met him in second grade, riding
A bicycle while I was walking alongside a highway.
He wanted to beat me.
To test my meddle?
For no apparent reason, we fought.
I beat him up.
He left me alone after that.
Eventually, we became friends.
Then, I moved away in seventh grade.
I saw him from time to time after I got my car.
He would chortle like he was up to something.
He graduated from his high school, same time I did
In my high school.
He was five foot, six inches tall,
Slightly dumpy and a crew cut.
He became a welder. while I schlepped through life.
He went through several marriages.
He had three boys from the marriages.
About sometime ago,his sister,
Who was threeyears younger,
Told meHe was in the hospital.
Pancreas,gallbladder, and prostrate had to be removed.
I suspected he wasn’t going to live long.
His sister gave hope he would make it through.
He went into a coma, on a ventilator,
and a feeding tube.
He recovered and was sitting up,
Hoping all was left was physical therapy.
But the feeding tube got lodged in his lungs.
They had to give him tracheotomy.
His sister telling to breathe, damn you, breathe.
Then, he had a heart attack and another coma.
He stopped breathing.
Oh my God! He is gone!
His sister hurriedly arranged everything,
But was too busy to tell me.
I don’t blame her.
I learned through facebook several days later.
He was buried in same cemetery where my grandparents, aunts, uncle, and a cousin was Buried.
He was buried.
His sister misses her buddy.