friends of buddy don: verr nice folk

i wonta thank everbidy that wuz kind a nuff to send condolentses over the death of a long time friend. twuz nice to here frum Tennessee Jed, witch i couldnt make no comments on his site fer the longest till a cuple daze ago. n verr nice to here frum otherns that i caint menchun here (sum folks lacks to keep thar lives privutt).

i wuz speshly struck by whut Anne Johnson frum The Gods Are Bored writ in a comment:

last fall i lost a old buddy the same way. he jes fell over dead. i never quit trine to be his friend, but he stopped answerin my emails after while. he wuz 57 also.

tuther day i was huntin fer sumthin and i found all the silly stuff he n i used to pass back n forth at wurk when we wuz in the same office. it jes brought back the hurt agin. he had a blog and everthang, i didn't know till after he wuz gone. hiz name wuz tom wiloch and i thank he wrote his Wikipedia entry his ownself. sounds lak him.

friendship is kinda lak a buncha leaves flowin down a river. thay bunch up then rearrange, flow apart, mebbe flow back tagither agin, mebbe not. n sum sank, n sum flow on.

tis one a the mystries.

that putts thangs bout as well as they kin be putt.

loretta also sent me a lil pome by Mary Lee Hall that bares repeatin:

If I should die and leave you here a while,
be not like others sore undone,
who keep long vigil by the silent dust.
For my sake turn again to life and smile,
nerving thy heart and trembling hand
to do something to comfort other hearts than thine.
Complete these dear unfinished tasks of mine
and I perchance may therein comfort you.

i wuz also gratafide to git a anser back frum a email i sent to a nuther ole friend that i hattent herd frum (or writ to) in a dozen years. i caint hep but wunder whar thangs could lead, but tiz promissin.

point is, life goes on. n the grate thang bout that is how a bidy makes new friends n sum of em turns out the be the verr best.

one of em putt up with me promissin to send eem his copy of shoot the devil fer sevrul weeks whilst i hoped to git well frum a slew of migraines n make a video of me signin n choppin n ritin a waka fer eem in his copy. he wuz kind a nuff to putt a verr nice post bout it up on his site, witch tiz a nuther of my faverts name of Thinking Meat.

finely, durin this lil passage of life whar it seems time eethur moves too fast (whilst i am at wurk trine to keep up with everthang) or too slow (whilst i am a'lyin in bed wonderin ifn i kin ever find sleep agin), i am reeminded of sumthin miz bd taught me early in our life together. she wurked most of her life as a jurnalist n one time innerviewd a feller frum Hiroshima, who i caint member his name. he wuz one of them that survived n wuz makin the round here in the u s of a to talk bout whut twuz lack n all. durin the innerview, miz bd owned up to bein frum ole kridge tennessee whar thay made that thar bomb. she wonted to pallgize bout it or sumthin, but he tawt her a fraze that has wurked minny a wunder fer us ever since: shi kata ga nai, witch that translates ruffly to, 'the unfortunate thing has happened; we must move forward.'

so pitcher me, movin ford, aimed tords wurk n ritin n not givin up even tho when sumbidy so near jes up n dies, it makes ye questchun everthang bout life agin n wunder whut tiz all bout n wuther tiz wurth it so suffer so ere ye die yer ownself. fack is, ye git to wundern bout ever other thought thats razed frum the ded by sumbidy ye know that well a'dyin ... witch ponderin such matter is bout as wurthy a thang as a bidy kin do ... or so i reckun.