death

My best friend in high school died last Sunday. He flew a hang glider into a cliff.

This did not surprise me. If he died in a car accident or of a heart attack, that would. But hang gliding into a cliff didn’t.

He took a detour into fairy land and new age woo. Started calling me a “once born” for laughing at his crap.

None of that matters. He was a good natured imbecile that never harmed anyone as far as I am aware. His friends somehow located me to inform. I said I knew and passed on condolence.

I suspect if he wanted to choose a way to go, hang gliding into a cliff would be up there.

I have no animosity to you my friend, even though we haven’t spoken for decades, and my memories of you are mostly fond. Even when you were an utter dick.

Peace if there is anything left of you listening.