Reflections on a Life
My college roomate died yesterday. He was 64, and we'd known each other for 46 years.
We shared a Pittsburgh working class background and, for many years, a block of Steeler season tickets. We were, I think, very different. As a lawyer, I often had one too many hands (you know, a lawyer answers a question, then says, "on the other hand" ...); as an engineer, he usually had one too few. There was only one answer. At times I envied his certainty, but mostly I learned to just keep quiet about certain things.
He ate too much, smoked too much and, for a time, drank too much. He took too little care of himself.
He was married to his high school sweetheart for 42 years and together they raised four great kids.
While we've remained in contact, we haven't been close for quit some time. I know that my sense of loss can't compare to that felt by his family and close friends. Nevertheless, he and I walked together through a lot of life's experiences. I'll miss him.
We shared a Pittsburgh working class background and, for many years, a block of Steeler season tickets. We were, I think, very different. As a lawyer, I often had one too many hands (you know, a lawyer answers a question, then says, "on the other hand" ...); as an engineer, he usually had one too few. There was only one answer. At times I envied his certainty, but mostly I learned to just keep quiet about certain things.
He ate too much, smoked too much and, for a time, drank too much. He took too little care of himself.
He was married to his high school sweetheart for 42 years and together they raised four great kids.
While we've remained in contact, we haven't been close for quit some time. I know that my sense of loss can't compare to that felt by his family and close friends. Nevertheless, he and I walked together through a lot of life's experiences. I'll miss him.
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