Since I have been away from blogging, a friend of mine died. He was one of my best friends, we had known each other for about 7 years and he knew all there was to know about me and I thought I knew all there was to know about him..(key word here is "THOUGHT".)
He was on his way to work on his motorcycle. He was hit by a car in an intersection that said they didn't see him.
That morning I receieved a call from his then Fiance (we will call her S.) and through her broken heart and tears she told me Mike was gone. Over the next two weeks S. and I talked often sharing funny and touching stories of Mike and his love and his quirky personality.
One evening shortly there after I called S. to see how she was holding up and to get details on when the funeral would be.
We talked for a minute and I could tell there was something bothering her. I asked her what and she said she had something very difficult to tell me. Some of the things she began to tell me in regards to Mike were unbelieveable...unthinkable. I told her there was no way, that it must have been a mistake of some kind...a misunderstanding. My best friend MIKE would NOT have dont these things to S. No way in hell.
After that conversation, I thought about it again and again...my mind denied it.
We held his memorial service and S. and I leaned on each other for support and strength. It was a terribly hard day knowing I would never hang out with my friend again.
A few days later S. told me that it was time for her to start cleaning out and sorting his personal belongings to give to family, charity etc.
A day later she called me, and her heart was broken, crushed and bruised. All the things I had denied could be true about my dear friend had been realized. Going through his things there was proof. It was there in black and white...photos...emails...websites...disks.
This friend that I had known and trusted was a sex addict. Not the funny kind like a guy that loves beautiful women...but the kind that is ugly and scary and twisted.
This was really hard for me to deal with...I had trusted this guy...he knew things about he..he had slept on my couch when we had drunk a bit too much.
Since his death the anger has set in...I no longer miss him...
But this whole thing got me to thinking...what will be found out about us when we pass? I would hope that I have just enough naughtyness in my past that my friends will remember me with smiles on there faces, but more than anything I hope that I will be remember having touched someones life...