My friend Dave died. He died on August 7th 2009, but I found out on August 24th 2009. The reality of death is near again. The selfishness of it; the permanence of it coming to me all at once, suffocatingly in its horidness. Not sure if I should be afraid or welcoming of its finality.
So now that he is gone, where did his greatness and genius go. Where does it all go anyway. Did the cancer that ravaged his body guide him to a better place. What did he think about in his final days and hours. How frightened he look those last few months that we spoke; his eyes betraying his words of courage. Did he push back in his final hour or did he submit. One day I am sure I will find out, but for now I will keep his memory.
Bye Dave…
Just a simply guy who sees goodness in most and constantly in search of all that is beautiful, good, and true. I have very few hangups, save the fact that I am fiercely intolerant of BS and people who deal in delusions. I consider myself unselfish, always ready to give a hand when I see the need. I am also equally unforgiving of those who take advantage of the goodness of others. Learning is a passion of mine. My primary field is Mathematics, but my passion goes well beyond that. I read a great deal, I also enjoy Philosophy, History, Computing/Technology and Contemporary World Affairs (mainly Politico-Military). I am pretty guarded with my privacy, but you can learn more about me by hitting the button at the top - "All About Me" and you can hit me up on Skype...my username is "Rupdawg" or check me out at any of my Social links under "Don't Stalk Me" below.
