I don't think I've share here, but on my mind for a long time is my friend? Acquaintance? Boss? Joe. I've referred to him in passing before, he looms very large in our neighborhood. He's the mayor of Passyunk. He's on all the local organizations. He started my civic association. He created the rec center. He's on the board of the local Catholic high school and the Bok building and he's a mean, gossipy old school queen even though he's like 10 years older than me. He bullied me into joining the civic, and writing for the local online news publication, and every year we'd go to the flower show together. Anyway, he got brain cancer, which was quickly dealt with, but then it came back and progressed and he rapidly went downhill. He's moved into hospice and hasn't been able to communicate. He casts such a large shadow and he's such a personality and things are in limbo while he declines to the inevitable. The last conversation we had was him wanting to dictate and have me write his memoirs - one clean and one dirty, and of course that won't happen now, and all of these stories and neighborhood gossip and connections will die with him. Death comes for us all, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. IDK. He's not dead yet but he is gone.
