Late for a Funeral

Great. I missed a funeral. I'm an idiot.

I thought it was 5pm when i left the house. Not knowing where this memorial park was, i took a cab. I checked my watch and saw that it was already 530. Since my daily route is usually free of traffic, i've forgotten how big a hassle such situations could be. Anyhow, i arrived at the memorial park at 6pm. (Time check: 622 as i write this.) I went once around but that was that.

(I hope John and Claire put their phones in discreet or silent mode because i might have interrupted the ceremony (sort of) when i called them.)

Sigh.

I barely knew the guy who's now six feet under, but still, i dunno, his death affected me somewhat. I mean, sudden deaths usually do, but this was different.

I've had beer with him and other friends for 3 or maybe 4 times then sembreak's over and so, no more beer (for the meantime). One afternoon, i was at UP busy fretting about extension (MRR) and red tape when out of the blue, i thought about how i didn't get his number. He was interesting and fun, a novelty for me (as all new friends are). I wondered when we'd have beer again. Later that night, around 10pm, i received a message that he was dead. Dazing news. Few days later, i found out that other friends also got that out-of-the-blue thought of Boyd and beer at around the same time i did.

Bye, Boyd. Let's have beer again one of these days.