My Buddy Pete passed away yesterday. He was 41. We have been friends for many years. I stood with him when he got married. We used to race together. We worked at the speedway together.
Pete suffered for a long time. Many ailments. He even recieved a kidney transplant a few years ago. And he never, ever complained. I did. I hated to see the the things he had to go thru. But he would tell me to shut up, he would deal with it!
But now it's over. God decided to call Pete home. Pete will never be in pain again. But right now we are. But we /I will deal with the pain, because that's what Pete did, and would want us to do.
I'll be gone for a few days, back on Sunday night. I've got to help his wife make arrangements and other things. Then I'm going to get drunk.
Howie
