Well, I ought to say “Friend”. My father only ever had one real friend. He died last week, and my father didn’t tell me about it because he knew I had a lot on my mind. (What a cool father). So, he decided to break the news to me tonite.
His friend was from a wealthy family - lots of wealth. You’d think they could have tried to be happy, that family. The father of this friend was abusive. The siblings were mentally deranged - never got married, and no offspring. And this friend also never got married, although he was mentally and physically fit.
It was a natural death.
But I have a feeling that the alcoholism, and the high risk living had taken its toll. Not to mention the depression. The man was in his 50’s. Father, sister, and brother had passed away by this time. His mother had passed away before he could speak. With his father, and siblings being the way they were, my father was his only real friend. And vice versa.
So, my father calls me tonite. And he tells me this guy has passed away. I couldn’t help but smile. I always do that when I find out someone close to the family or in the family has passed away. And I know it must have sounded horrible. But, I’m happy he is 6 feet under. It will be a good respite for him. Despite his reckless behavior, he had a good heart.
A good heart.
And maybe that is what I should have said to my father.
[QUOTE]
*Originally posted by PyariCgudia: *
I'm sorry - the purpose was not to stir pity in the hearts of anyone. I'm sure most of you read this and wondered "ab mein kya boloon?"
FG Uncle: What brought a smile to my face was that after a life filled with depression and his fighting through it, he is able to rest in peace now. I don't see Death in a negative way, that it would bring tears to my eyes to know someone has left this world.
Ghulail: The story just struck me as interesting. I think what really got to me was how this man had never married, yet he was one of the most desirable bachelors of his time. The guy was heading into a good career in cricket too. I don't know what happened to that. Lekin, the cricket didn't go through. Neither did his any of his relationships. And what REALLY struck me was that only a distant cousin of his (another uncle of mine) was there. The one person who should have been there was my father, and he wasn't.
hmm, but i doubt one can know much about how others lives have been unless we know them quite well and have lived a long part of ours ourselves. quite interesting otherwise.( dont mind but the thread smacks of maturity wannaneism in a delectably semi-original dont-need-thy-pity manner.) ah interstings the word, yes.
i’m sorry to hear that
dont mind but the thread smacks of maturity wannaneism in a delectably semi-original dont-need-thy-pity manner.) ah interstings the word, yes.