Missing an Old Friend

This old fellows name was Terry. Him 3 others and myself started a service organization in town that rather failed at it's task, but still we managed to raise money every years before Covid hit for a camp for LGBTQ+ kids.

I miss my friend, he was very wise and you could talk about anything with him and he would not blink if it got dark or even kinky.

He had a hard time of it in his final couple years of life with a great deal of pain. I never found out how he died but I have a hunch.

He's just one of many people I miss having in my life. Seems more people have died on me that stayed alive. But thus is life.