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Over before it started
So today's good-new bad-news is a really doozy. The good news is that, after literally years of trying to hook up with Chef Bear Italia, we finally managed to find time last Wednesday. He came over around 4:30 and we spent a wonderful evening together.
The bad news is that I got a text this morning informing me that he'd passed away in an ambulance on the way to the hospital.
The most upsetting thing for me is probably that it's only a fluke that I even found out. A friend of a friend looked at his mutuals on FB, saw my name, and forwarded me a text from another mutual about his sudden unexpected death. If that hadn't happened, I'd probably have texted him tomorrow or Thursday about getting together again and then just assumed he was blowing me off again when I failed to get a reply.
It's all such an unlikely chain of coincidences that we met at all and managed to stay in touch over 15 years. Our friendship, such as it was, outlasted both of our relationships. And now--just when it was possibly blossoming into something else (he asked me that night if I wanted to date him), it's been cut abruptly short forever.
Just one more reason to hate this stupid month.
The bad news is that I got a text this morning informing me that he'd passed away in an ambulance on the way to the hospital.
The most upsetting thing for me is probably that it's only a fluke that I even found out. A friend of a friend looked at his mutuals on FB, saw my name, and forwarded me a text from another mutual about his sudden unexpected death. If that hadn't happened, I'd probably have texted him tomorrow or Thursday about getting together again and then just assumed he was blowing me off again when I failed to get a reply.
It's all such an unlikely chain of coincidences that we met at all and managed to stay in touch over 15 years. Our friendship, such as it was, outlasted both of our relationships. And now--just when it was possibly blossoming into something else (he asked me that night if I wanted to date him), it's been cut abruptly short forever.
Just one more reason to hate this stupid month.