Remembering my friend
Derek was one of the first that greeted me. I was new. A stranger to this new job. Relationships had been established and made. I was the newbie. But he spoke to me anyways. An open heart.
We hit it off talking about music. He was somewhat close to my age, only off by 9 years. The others could be my children. We chatted often about music. I chuckled when he knew of a band I listened to in high school.
His smile was contagious. But I did see and hear a sadness from time to time. He was like a lost puppy. Cute and FULL of potential but also insecure.
Being a bartender for many years, I noticed he always had a "drink" stashed in the corner. A different color than a soda or water. He seemed to "protect" it. If only I would of asked???
My friend ....my coworker...died three weeks ago. He lost his battle with drugs and alcohol. I miss him. And I miss the fact that maybe I could of tried harder to help.
He lives on. His heart still beats...but in another body. He saved lives.
That comforts me. I wish he was still here though.
I hope I can live a better life for him.
Glad to be here. JL
Last edited by Eyes2TheSoul; 10-19-2008 at 01:52 AM.