Why, you may ask?
I learned tonight that my closest friend of 33 years, who has been battling cancer and recently underwent chemo/radiation treatments in hopes of beating it may now not do so.The effort seems to have failed as he is now on the bad end of a diagnosis that gives little to no hope of a cure. He just turned 59 and I had hoped he would make it to 60.
Now, who can tell?
As I reflect on the past and our good times together, I think fondly of the numerous times we rafted down the Wabash River at a turd's pace on homemade rafts for the 107.5 River Races of the 1980's. 107.5 was a rock-and-roll radio station we used to listen to.
This particular raft featured a shark fin following from behind us (we were dressed as pirates of course) and our navigator was our totally blind friend, Randy. We won the best-themed raft award that year.
Here was our first raft, the Aknos (which is Sonka spelled backwards and is the name of our favorite local pub), in which we took second place that year.
As I grow older, this trend of losing friends is REALLY starting to get on my nerves.