I got an email today that a friend of mine passed away this weekend. He lived in my old condo complex and, in the wacky small world of Chicago, I found out after I moved in that he was friends with Aunt Nancy. I kept pretty much to myself in my condo complex (anyone who met my downstairs neighbor would know why), but Frank was one of the few people I did talk to. He was always working in the yard and had the kind of green thumb that made this perpetual plant killer jealous. I honestly can't think of a time when he didn't have a smile on his face --- even when he was dealing with some whacked out people in our association (no, not me).
I was worried about stuff like this when I came over here. I was worried that i was going to miss both good and bad events. I'm sad that I can't properly pay my respects to him and his family. I'm sad that I can't be there for my aunt. I'm mad that someone was taken so young.
I last saw Frank at our annual Holiday party at my house. I don't know if this will make Frank happy or sad, but I can't get the image out of my head of him with his crazy bad Christmas vest. I think he bought it from a thrift store because the invite said "holiday attire". It was like the holiday version of the Party Jacket. So bad, it was good.
I was worried about stuff like this when I came over here. I was worried that i was going to miss both good and bad events. I'm sad that I can't properly pay my respects to him and his family. I'm sad that I can't be there for my aunt. I'm mad that someone was taken so young.
I last saw Frank at our annual Holiday party at my house. I don't know if this will make Frank happy or sad, but I can't get the image out of my head of him with his crazy bad Christmas vest. I think he bought it from a thrift store because the invite said "holiday attire". It was like the holiday version of the Party Jacket. So bad, it was good.
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