I am so sad tonight.
I had a good friend several years ago. We last talked in spring, 2005, right before I moved several states away and had my first baby. Exchanged email addresses, etc. I emailed his sister several photos for a surprise party for him that I couldn't attend.
I moved, and we lost touch. I didn't pursue him - I was wrapped up in new motherhood and not sleeping for weeks at a time, and while I often wondered how he was doing, I didn't contact him. You know how the fog of the first few months can be. I got pregnant again when my ds was five months old. I was tired and sick and all of that - and had my daughter when ds was 15 months old. Began the new baby fog all over again.
My kids are 3 and 2 now, and I'm beginning to feel like a human being again. When I thought about my friend yesterday, I felt a strong draw to contact him.
He died in a motorcycle accident the week before my son was born.
I miss him terribly.
I am so sad and sick and guilty over not speaking with him before he died - let alone finding out three years ago why he hadn't gotten back with me.
I miss Kenny so much.
He was a climber. A rebel. The long-haired guy with piercings and tattoos your mother warned you about. He was one of the best emergency nurses I ever met. One of the finest people I have known.
And I miss him.
Thanks for letting me share this.
I had a good friend several years ago. We last talked in spring, 2005, right before I moved several states away and had my first baby. Exchanged email addresses, etc. I emailed his sister several photos for a surprise party for him that I couldn't attend.
I moved, and we lost touch. I didn't pursue him - I was wrapped up in new motherhood and not sleeping for weeks at a time, and while I often wondered how he was doing, I didn't contact him. You know how the fog of the first few months can be. I got pregnant again when my ds was five months old. I was tired and sick and all of that - and had my daughter when ds was 15 months old. Began the new baby fog all over again.
My kids are 3 and 2 now, and I'm beginning to feel like a human being again. When I thought about my friend yesterday, I felt a strong draw to contact him.
He died in a motorcycle accident the week before my son was born.
I miss him terribly.
I am so sad and sick and guilty over not speaking with him before he died - let alone finding out three years ago why he hadn't gotten back with me.
I miss Kenny so much.
He was a climber. A rebel. The long-haired guy with piercings and tattoos your mother warned you about. He was one of the best emergency nurses I ever met. One of the finest people I have known.
And I miss him.
Thanks for letting me share this.







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The last time I saw her was in 2006. Well I found out that she died right before Christmas in 2008 (also in a motorcycle accident