xeryfyn's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To Doug It should be easy to write this entry because I am upset that I didn't get to say goodbye. But it isn't easy. In fact, I've gotten over being mad, a bit. And now instead I am left with this hole where your last hug should have gone and a lot of old memories that spanned the length of our friendship try to fill the gap but seem to be failing miserably.
I first knew of you as the naked guy in the bathroom during Liz's New Year party. You were also of the Virgin House fame and just one of Romy aned Gil's old friends who would occasionally come around but only if you could get out of the clutches of Chandra and the bad relationship that had you tied up. Eventually, though, you broke free from those references in my mind and came into your own as just one of the guys. No matter that you lived all the way in Fort Saskathchewan and drove a ratty K-car that was terribly unreliable. No matter that you worked at the crappiest city job this side of Texas that took you away at the oddest hours and left you tired and a bit cranky. No matter that you fell in and out of various relationships with various people who were around, you still managed to stick it out, becoming more and more of a fixture at our get-togethers, more and more of a friend whom we came to rely on. And things kept getting better and better. You moved out of your parents place, lived with the indominable canoegirl and finally got your ass together and began your relationship with my Angel of Joy. You got a job that actually wasn't a safety hazard, took over coaching the Chorus Line hockey team, generously shared a birthday with my girl and brought us into your heart with your dry wit and tea-pouring escapades. And now you are following your heart across mountains and plains to that land known as "warmer than here". Always, always, there was laughter. And that, my friend, I shall miss the most of all. . . . Take care of my Joy on that side of the mountains. . . . Take care of you. 12:25 p.m. - 2004-03-02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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