That’s what friends are for
I’ve known this fella Fouad Youssef, for well over a dozen years. You’re literally looking at the best picture I have of him with me because someone else took it.
He had the distinction of meeting every women I was ever somewhat serious with – every single one.
This was happenstance; you see, he was the bouncer at Solas and saw both the people I brought there and the people I met there.
We talked a lot over those dozen years. About his life and mine.
Man, did he love his kids. Don’t think we ever talked without him bringing them up once he had them. His eyes lit up when I showed him my boy.
Him: Being a father, a parent. That’s everything.
Me: I get it now. It’s amazing.
Him: (reaching for his phone to show me pictures)
He died yesterday. He was the person I mentioned here. Fucking cancer. He was just a bit older than me. His kids are so young.
Our mutual friend, KF – who also lost his love to cancer – and I both agree that at least he’s at peace now. It was awful what the cancer did to him. What it does to people. KF sent me a picture and I had to sit down to catch my breath.
I’m at an age where I say goodbye to people and it’s forever – in the infinite time/space sense of “forever.”
All goodbyes are sad, but the forever ones just gut you.
Fouad wasn’t a close friend but he was someone like Leigh – someone that I saw often and happily. He was part of the fabric of my regular life.
And that piece of fabric is now gone. You notice when there’s a chunk of fabric missing from anything. I’m missing all these major chunks and feel as if my life is in tatters.
I feel emptier knowing that he’s not in this world. No man is an island and all that.
It hit me a lot harder than I thought it would, mainly because I knew what his family was going through. I relived it.
I felt so terribly sad and lonely at that moment that I called a few people to chat but got no answer.
Suppose that’s how grief works. You call out but never get an answer.
Him: You’ll be ok, Logan.
Me: How do you know?
Him: (shrugging) Because you’re always ok. You’re tough.
Me: I don’t know if that’s true. But thanks for always listening.
Him: Of course. That’s what friends are for.