Just about a month ago, I texted a friend to see if he wanted to go to the Klyde Warren Park with me and my friend Evelyn and little Zara. He said he had to work, but maybe later. So two days later I texted him about coming over to watch American Horror Story that we and a few others enjoy. He said he was sick so I didn't go over. I had to dog sit anyway. I figured he was going through his allergy stuff again and I'd see him in a few days. Well, in the next few days he sent out a picture of where he was from his hospital bed. I was a little concerned, but did not take the time to see him because I knew he'd be out soon. And he was, but when I asked if he wanted to go see a play with me, he said the meds he was on made him so exhausted. A few days later his mother sent a text to say he was in the hospital again.
That was last week.
I drove down to the hospital to see him after my shift on Monday. He died on Tuesday night. He had a cancer that caused complications to his treatment. It happened so fast, a lot of his friends out of state didn't even know he was sick. The worst part about all this, is that even though his parents were with him in the end, he still couldn't tell them he was gay. Even when he was dying, he didn't feel they would accept him.
I hope anyone reading this who has children would never let your child go through something like this. They are your children and you should love them no matter what. Your kids will always have a different opinion than you on some stuff, but that should not stop you from loving them.
Rest in Peace my beautiful friend.
