Farewell To A Friend

Papi and his Fatgirl

One of "those" calls came in the middle of the night. You know when the phone rings that it's not going to be good. As you reach for the phone your heart is sinking and you start going through your loved ones in your mind wondering which one is in trouble. Last night, the call was truly "Out of the Blue"...

I didn't even recognize my best friend's voice through the agony of her sobs. The love of her life, my friend Blue, was gone...a motorcycle accident in Boston...2 weeks ago...all I could say was "Oh My God" over and over. He was someone I met in the chat rooms, to some that would be inconsequential. But he was a friend, someone I met, the first person from the world of the internet that I met in person. Within a few minutes of meeting me, he had me pegged...damn him...and he tormented me endlessly, loving every minute of it. Today I think every conversation we had ran through my head. And with the utmost sadness, I realize, my phone will never again ring on a Sunday morning and I will hear that goofball flying along the highway with his Mexican music blaring and his sweet deep voice singing to me in Spanish...

Oh Blue, I am so sorry it has been so long since we talked...Why do we take our existence for granted and think the other will always be there. I will miss you forever...And when you get to heaven, where I am sure God has a special place for His naughty Latino boys, and you meet another tall, handsome Mexican man from Laredo, with a line just as smooth as yours...tell Dino I love him always...and I love you too...

Your Candy Girl, Belle