Missing Friends
I’ve been holding this post back.
Mainly because I know certain people read my site and might possibly interpret this post as talking to them. It’s like a conspiracy theorist, though, the more I deny it, the more proof they seem to find that I am, in fact, doing it. So, rather than get caught up in it, I’ll just say it.
I found out last night that a friend, an acquaintance really, passed away this week. It doesn’t come as a surprise, actually, Reid had AIDS and the past few months he’d started to go down-hill. He’d been in the hospital for a couple of weeks and I knew he wasn’t doing well.
I feel guilty, though, because I’d lost touch with him. Three and a-half years ago, when I first started going to one of the support groups that I attend, he was leading the group. He could see I was in deep emotional pain and that catty old queen held this breeder’s hand and listened to me pour out my troubles through teary snot bubbles and told me it would be okay. He was a good man, and he’ll be missed. I’m glad I knew him.
See you on the other side, Reid.