I can't sleep. Sunday, June 9th, 2013 hasn't been a good day for me.
A very good friend of mine passed away today. My buddy was only 50 years old.
As of now, I haven't shed a tear, screamed out loud or punched anything in anger. Likely meaning his passing hasn't set in yet. I'm sure that when I'm carrying his coffin, it will hit home.
Yes, the man was ill. Diabetes, kidney disease, the man had physical ailments. Still, 50 is way too young. My wife and I were at his 50th birthday party two months ago.
Even though he was sick, Don always thought of me when he would come to visit. "Can I stop at the border and get you anything?", he would ask me. Don always asked about my family.
It's going to be a tough week for me, so if you don't see a whole lot of posts (or any for that matter), I'm sure you'll understand why.
The one card rule still applies, I did happen to find a jersey card of an NHL player with the same last name (even if the pronunciation is different)...
|Weeber, Weber, tomato tomahto.|
Here's a little music from my favorite band for you my friend...
Donald Weber, I'm going to miss you buddy. See you on the other side.....
Thanks for reading, Robert