Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Another Friend Gone
My buddy, Dennis Bearing, passed away two days ago. His former girlfriend dropped by my work today and let me know. I didn't call last week, thinking he was constantly improving and my personal life was crazy. Dennis was a homeless Northern Cheyenne. He had fallen about a month ago and hurt his leg, which got infected and passed throughout his body. When I first visited him in the hospital, it looked hopeless. A few days later, he was breathing on his own. A few days later, he was feisty enough not to want visitors. My follow up calls were more and more hopeful. I shouldn't have let it slack. I figured I'd see him before he ran off to Montana (Dennis would have loved that pun). That's three of my friends in the last couple of months. fuck
My buddy, Dennis Bearing, passed away two days ago. His former girlfriend dropped by my work today and let me know. I didn't call last week, thinking he was constantly improving and my personal life was crazy. Dennis was a homeless Northern Cheyenne. He had fallen about a month ago and hurt his leg, which got infected and passed throughout his body. When I first visited him in the hospital, it looked hopeless. A few days later, he was breathing on his own. A few days later, he was feisty enough not to want visitors. My follow up calls were more and more hopeful. I shouldn't have let it slack. I figured I'd see him before he ran off to Montana (Dennis would have loved that pun). That's three of my friends in the last couple of months. fuck
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