I lost my best friend just before Christmas. I was supposed to be in Acapulco Mexico for his wedding. The last time I saw him I promised that I would be there for sure, but I had to cancel the trip because my new best friend was dying.
Last summer I went to Saskatoon for a visit. I can't even remember what the trip was for but I was visiting with my cousin and my godsons. My godson had forgotten something at his dad's so I offered to drive him over there to get it. I started talking to his dad about a property that I used to rent from him and found out he was looking to rent it out again. That conversation led to a new friendship and a new partnership with a man I would have never imagined being friends with.
My new best friend started to come into the city to work on his properties every couple of weeks and would stay for a few days at a time. I helped him out with his properties and was learning how to do odd jobs and how to deal with title changes, apply for permits, and how to be a landlord. My family started to call him my "new best friend", they were being facetious at the time but they were right, he was my new best friend. We went into partnership on one of his properties, I gave him a down payment and took over the mortgage payments and expenses, and we started to make plans to totally demolish and rebuild the property... we booked tickets to my best friends wedding and made plans to celebrate his birthday in Mexico at the same time... we were excited and happy and having a really good time... and then he got sick.
My new best friend had a cough that would not go away... I told him it sounded really bad and told him to go get it checked out. The doctor said it was pneumonia and gave him medication but it didn't get better... he just kept getting sicker On October 15th I got a call from my cousin... my new best friend had a stoke and my godson called the ambulance and got his dad to the hospital. I drove down to Saskatoon the same day... I sat in the hospital with my godson and we read a pamphlet about brain aneurysms and we prayed that was it and that they would fix him. It wasn't... it was a brain tumor... and he had tumors in the liver, lungs, and kidneys as well. I cancelled our trip to Mexico and began to prepare for my new best friend to die.
I was disappointed that I would miss the wedding, as the date (December 17th, 2010) got closer I looked for deals to Acapulco, I wanted so bad to be there with him and his family to celebrate the day but it was just not meant to be. I thought he was probably disappointed that I could not make it but was sure that he would understand.
The world is not fair. I got a call on two days before his wedding... my best friend had an accident while playing in the ocean with his brothers... he hit his head diving into the waves... he didn't make it he drowned... my best friend was dead.
I buried my best friend on December 23rd 2010... I buried my new best friend on January 4th, 2011.
Last summer I went to Saskatoon for a visit. I can't even remember what the trip was for but I was visiting with my cousin and my godsons. My godson had forgotten something at his dad's so I offered to drive him over there to get it. I started talking to his dad about a property that I used to rent from him and found out he was looking to rent it out again. That conversation led to a new friendship and a new partnership with a man I would have never imagined being friends with.
My new best friend started to come into the city to work on his properties every couple of weeks and would stay for a few days at a time. I helped him out with his properties and was learning how to do odd jobs and how to deal with title changes, apply for permits, and how to be a landlord. My family started to call him my "new best friend", they were being facetious at the time but they were right, he was my new best friend. We went into partnership on one of his properties, I gave him a down payment and took over the mortgage payments and expenses, and we started to make plans to totally demolish and rebuild the property... we booked tickets to my best friends wedding and made plans to celebrate his birthday in Mexico at the same time... we were excited and happy and having a really good time... and then he got sick.
My new best friend had a cough that would not go away... I told him it sounded really bad and told him to go get it checked out. The doctor said it was pneumonia and gave him medication but it didn't get better... he just kept getting sicker On October 15th I got a call from my cousin... my new best friend had a stoke and my godson called the ambulance and got his dad to the hospital. I drove down to Saskatoon the same day... I sat in the hospital with my godson and we read a pamphlet about brain aneurysms and we prayed that was it and that they would fix him. It wasn't... it was a brain tumor... and he had tumors in the liver, lungs, and kidneys as well. I cancelled our trip to Mexico and began to prepare for my new best friend to die.
I was disappointed that I would miss the wedding, as the date (December 17th, 2010) got closer I looked for deals to Acapulco, I wanted so bad to be there with him and his family to celebrate the day but it was just not meant to be. I thought he was probably disappointed that I could not make it but was sure that he would understand.
The world is not fair. I got a call on two days before his wedding... my best friend had an accident while playing in the ocean with his brothers... he hit his head diving into the waves... he didn't make it he drowned... my best friend was dead.
I buried my best friend on December 23rd 2010... I buried my new best friend on January 4th, 2011.
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