So, this day in ’91, at 14 for him, 13 for me, I lost my best friend, Noe, to MD, that bitch of a muscular disease that’s claimed so many before and after him. I remember that day like yesterday. It sucks carrying that demon with me, but the time we had, I wouldn’t change it…ever. You don’t know how many times I tried to leave, knowing the end game, but I was always pulled back…and, I’m a better person for it. Noe taught me about finishing the race in a world where others pay big bucks to drink a couple drinks to end themselves, because of a future they don’t want to face. Yeah, I’ve done the research out of curiosity on You Tube.
Thank you, Noe, for being my best friend and teacher.
Be good to each other.