Mourning For A Stranger

Posted on October 4, 2010


There have not been too many times in my life were I had a heartfelt sadness for someone I never met. Unless they were more like a famous actor/actress or some other type of celebrity. It’s rare that I even mourn them in my mind for long.

But this time is different. This time it’s not a celebrity. It’s someone you wouldn’t know. I don’t even know him. But yet, it saddens me. Maybe it has something to do with the life he lived. It was almost like his life was a story. I guess you’re wondering how I know about his life. Because I don’t know him and he’s not a celebrity. My sister would occasionally tell me about him. He was her co-worker or as he insisted she call him — her friend. From all I was able to make of the pieces she gave me. He was alone, but lived life to the fullest. He was a friend of many, but enemy to himself.

He packed a lot into 42 years. He gave life all he could and life gave him all it could. Which appeared to be a lot of awfulness at times. Have you ever met a person that if something bad was gonna happen—-he or she was that person? He was that person. Life never gave him a break, but he rode her till the wheels fell off. And like that….

….he was gone….

Read his story:

Posted in: Death, Family, Life