Thinking About Family And Friends

Okay.

I want you to understand.

I am not trying to make excuses for not writing everyday lately

or to complain about my situation in life.

I just want you to understand where I am at right now.

If you have read more than one

Post

over the years you will have seen,

on more than one occasion,

where I

Post

that I am out sick.

That I am not feeling well

and I will write as soon as I do feel better.

Well,

I have been battling my illness,

for the past couple of weeks.

What I mean by that is,

I am disabled.

Not in my outer appearance,

where I am missing a limb

or lost the function in parts of my body due to a stroke.

No,

my disability is in my lungs.

I have severe

COPD.

I can usually manage more than a few hours without being next to my oxygen machine

or my nebulizer,

thanks to my rescue inhaler

and the other medicines I take.

I hate laying around all day doing nothing.

That is why I started this

Blog

and writing short stories.

The reason I am bring this up is because of my best friend who died four years ago on this day.

He was my mentor

and also a disabled person.

He lost a leg due to a staff infection that the doctors never got a hold off.

It spread through to other parts of his body

and he died.

I believe it was from the medication he was taking,

but that is a subject for another time.

The funny thing is,

I talked to him everyday about subjects like

Tachyon Particles,

the

Large Hadron Collider,

Ancient Aliens,

to

Metaphysics.

And everything in-between.

We talked about writing a graphic novel together.

He being an artist

and I the writer.

Every time I would get down on myself

or complain about my life,

he would either tell me how foolish I was being

or tell me how great life truly is.

He never complained about his lot in life

and he always pushed me forward with my writing.

He believed in me.

He did all of this for me even though he was in constant pain.

His infection was attacking his nerve cells.

I wished I could have visited him,

while he was alive,

but he lived in my old hometown in

Wisconsin,

while I live in

Southern California,

and it cost too much for either of us to travel back then.

The

Sunday

before

Memorial Day

four years ago,

I talked to my friend.

He never said a word about his condition

or how he felt.

He never complained to me.

In that conversation,

he encouraged me to keep on writing.

That was the last time I got to talk to him.

He died the next day.

Jeff,

you will always be in my thoughts on this day.

This is,

Thinking About Family

And Friends Today

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“The effects of loss are acute, and unique to each individual. Not everyone mourns in the same way, but everyone mourns.”
- Richelle E. Goodrich, -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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