Maybe becoming my friend is like the kiss of death.
The last time I saw DR was in the hot sticky summer of 2014 in a penthouse hotel suite on Bloor.
The lads were running around the hotel like hoodlums till all hours.
I was nestled in between a thick white duvet and silky sheets.
From a deep sleep, I was rustled to semi consciousness by a tickle on my nose.
The photos in my head were fuzzy and I thought I heard 'Natt, Natt I'm leaving. I want to say goodbye.'
My nose crinkled from the feathery touch of his finger, I muttered go away and rolled to one side.
The next time I heard from him... well he had went to sleep, he never woke up and died.
When I returned home in the summer of 2015, we made the long drive to see old Bill Robinson.
As we pulled up to the drive way Bill & his friend stood up and waved from inside the enclosed glass veranda.
I thought, Bill's a busy man! His friend was probably scheduled in for a few hours before we arrived and is on his way out now.
We walked into the veranda, greeted with warm hugs & donuts.
I was about to say, hey Bill, where is your friend? Instead, my gaze turned to look down the long hallway that led to the end of the house and I went for a meander.
As I drifted down the hall, turning my head from side to side into the rooms, I realized.
Bill was saying hello
DR was saying goodbye
Here is a link to DR's blog: http://arbitrarythoughtsfromthethoughtless.blogspot.com.au/