Sounds like the world is lesser without Zeba. I'm sorry for your loss OP.
He wasn't family to me or anything, but we lost a friend of the family yesterday. His name was Don, and he was the first man who taught my daughter how to put together jigsaw puzzles. He was a genuinely good man. I didn't agree with him on all political issues, or hell many at all really, and his religious zeal was a bit off putting to me at times, but despite a thirty four year difference in age and extremely different belief structures, we became good friends. He resided in the apartments that my wife co manages in WA state, and I ended up spending quite a few days there with him in our club house. I can't shoot pool worth a damn, but he was so passionate about it that he would beg people to play him, and goddamn was he good at it. He taught my daughter how to shoot pool and how to do trick shots. He was a guitarist, played at his church often, and was passionate about the education and welfare of children. He was sick for around four days when his daughter took him to the hospital and they turned him away. She then took him to his doctor, they were too busy. It just seemed like noone had time for him. My friend, my wife's co manager, went into his apartment yesterday morning to check on him, and there he was slumped over in his favorite chair. She said he seemed peaceful, but who can know whether he passed peacefully or not? I don't know,.....still doesn't feel real if that makes any sense. He was only 67 man, that's too young. He wasn't exactly a vibrant fella, and he did have a tumor in his brain so he was living on borrowed years, but I still wasn't really ready to see him off yet. Telling my daughter about it was weird, it's as if she doesn't really understand that she'll never see him again, but then how are kids supposed to cope with this craziness? If there's an afterlife, please rest peacefully there Don, you deserved more time with us; I know there was still so much you had to teach my daughter, and I would have enjoyed hearing more old Air Force stories from you.
What's really terrible is that Don played pool every day with another friend of mine who resides in the same apartments, and this gentleman is 72 and suffers from a variety of medical issues, has a great deal of trouble breathing and walking, and is severely overweight. We don't know if he gave it to him, but we're worried about him, as he honestly isn't in the state of health to fight this thing off at all.
I just wish this nightmare would fucking end so things could go back to normal. None of this is right, people are going before their time man. Fuck, ....I don't know. Sorry to rant, this isn't about me, just kind of venting. I'm sorry for your loss OP, and here's hoping it's the last personal one you'll endure. Hopefully this will all be over soon, or at the very least hopefully we all get used to the new way of operating in this socially distant world. Good luck OP, and, for what it's worth, if there is any world after this one, then maybe Zeba and Don are happier in that one. Maybe they're playing their songs right now and enjoying a less complicated world, we can only hope.
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