My Buddies

I never got down to writing this earlier because so much has happened in the past month. I wouldn't have got through my dad's passing away without my friends. They were with me right from the hospital till late at night when we cremated him. I've known all of them from my school days at Campion which is 20 years now. Since I was five. And they stood by me when I could not have done without them. Every so often they'd come over and have a drink with my dad, talk about their careers or the women (or lack of them) in their lives. He was their friend and they were his friends. He always used to tell me how fortunate I am for having friends like I do. Not just that they're great friends but that we've stuck together for so long. We always have our disagreements. Cussing at each other and intensely personal revenge games on the PlayStation2. But we're always watching each other's backs.

I'll never forget how they helped carry my father's body to my place before the cremation and to the crematorium. Trust me, it's not easy.

Words are so insufficient sometimes. How do you tell people who have done so much for you just how grateful you are? I really don't know. But this post is my way of expressing my thanks. To whom? I don't know because they don't blog. Idiots :-)