Good-bye to Mo …

Yesterday I drove 150 miles to say good-bye to an old friend as they laid him to rest.  On the way home, driving on a two-lane bumpy road,  I bounced it around my head.  He was out for a walk on a country road, drunk comes down the road, swerves and kills him.  Six feet either way and he would have been alright, just doesn’t seem possible, but it happened. 

As I mulled it around in my mind, only one thing came to mind and it was this. 

The more I experience in life, it seems the less I understand it.  One more member of the tribe who will not sit around the campfire, one less seat to fill at the table, and I suppose life moves on.

But it will not be as bright as before, without my friend Mo.  Only one thing in this world that doesn’t take a Holiday and that is death.



Disclaimer:  Events portrayed in this post may or may not have occurred in the manner presented and are for entertainment purposes only and should not be construed as the truth in any way, shape, form or manner.

3 thoughts on “Good-bye to Mo …

  1. I am sorry about the loss of your friend. Death most certainly makes us address our own mortality. I think not knowing the how and when of death is a blessing.

    We all will have a turn at it I suppose. No way to explain it, just part of life.


  2. My deepest sympathies Don. I always have a hard time wrapping my mind around this stuff. We all know its coming…just don’t know when.


    Thank you my vagabond friend, that was nice, thanks.


  3. It’s always hard to say goodbye to an old friend. Mo was one of the best. He will be missed.

    Truly a good guy, never heard him say anything cross about anyone. I share your sympathies.


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