Wish You Were Here

This is Dusty... he died about 8 months ago, though it seems like yesterday the way it feels sometimes. Tonight I really miss him. He was a really awesome friend. I can't tell him how much I miss him so I thought I'd tell some of you people a little bit about him instead.

See that goofy smile? I only remember one time that I ever saw him that he wasn't wearing some variation of a goofy smile. Dusty loved people and it showed... even total strangers. It didn't matter who you were, once you'd met Dusty, you were one of his friends.

I've never known anyone who loved life like this guy. Even when everything was piled against him he'd just keep pushing until the pile got the hell out of his way, and if life was piled against you, he'd stand next to you and help you push too. He wasn't the kind of guy who just walked out on a friend when things got difficult. Even the friends he'd just met.

I really didn't know Dusty as well as I'd have liked to... he'd come by the house from time to time and we'd sit and talk, or we'd meet him at the Roy Bar & Grill and have a few drinks together, but when he died, it left a hole in my heart that just doesn't seem to want to close up. Like tonight when I'd just like to sit and talk with him and ask his opinion on a few things. He was a good man and a good friend.

I'll leave you with another quote from Mark Twain.

When we think of friends, and call their faces out of the shadows, and their voices out of the echoes that faint along the corridors of memory, and do it without knowing why save that we love to do it, we content ourselves that that friendship is a Reality, and not a Fancy--that it is builded upon a rock, and not upon the sands that dissolve away with the ebbing tides and carry their monuments with them.

~Peace