On my mind today....my best friend of 30 years. The one a few of you may have seen in my photo album on my profile. My Joey. My Rock. The one who knows me better than I do. The one who calls me on my shit and kicks my ass when necessary. The one who I keep telling should have been a woman...lol. My Joey.
He had a heart attack last night. I got the call at 1:00am. He is as ok as he can be for now...many tests later, answers are coming slowly. He is alive. Thank you God....
He is afraid, scared, terrified even. I know as I have been there. 3 years ago, I lived through my own attack. He would not let me visit him tonight. He doesn't want me to see him like this. But he visited me. I am upset, but will respect his wishes, then when he is better, I shall firmly kick his ass. Brat that he is....
His husband is the second best friend I have. I have grown to love Terry equally. They are incredible together.
His parents have both passed.
When I left for work this morning, I looked up at the sky and said "Ma, I know you miss him and love him, but please, we aren't done with him here yet...please help him stay with us.....please Ma"
I know that may be selfish. It is selfish. But I am not ready to face this world without him. He is 45. Much too young.
My Rock, My Joey...I love you...continue to heal....heal quickly...we still have much to do....
