Ace's Blog -- For My Friend Charity Case
Monday October 12th, 2009
Sunday, October 11th, 2009 – 9:22 pm
I woke up this morning feeling rather alone for my friend of eight years, Charity Case, moved away Saturday night. I knew this day was coming because my friend told me he was moving away back in January so I was ready for it. At least I thought I was.
Oh sure, we gave my friend one helluva going-away party. Fifteen thousand people showed up and we all gave our friend everything we had. We danced, sang, laughed, smiled, shouted, acted crazy and had a great time. Then it came time for the party to end and everyone to say their goodbyes. That’s when we cried.
You see, for eight years my friend Charity Case was the one I would run to with my problems. When I needed something to make me feel better he was the one I spent time with. I’d run over to his place, hang out and be loud (really loud) and generally escape from whatever may have been bothering me. My friend was with me through everything and didn’t care if I dressed up in clothes I shouldn’t be wearing and acted like a complete idiot. Actually, I think my friend loved me more for it. I know I loved him more because he let me do it.
The going-away party was great until that moment came. You know the moment, the one at every going away party when you realize that it’s over and it’s time to go home. It’s the moment when you know that this may be the last time you’ll ever be in the presence of this person again. It’s never easy because you’ve laughed, cried, dreamed, loved and lost with your friend for a long time and now you know that you can’t sit down and talk face to face anymore because your friend is gone.
Oh sure, you’ll always have the pictures and memories and no one and nothing will ever take away my memories of my friend. My friend Charity Case and I did more than I ever dreamed possible. We went places I never thought I would ever go and did things I never dreamed I would ever do. Every time we did all I could do was sit there and laugh. It was all so crazy.
But there we were. Staring each other in the eye, neither one of us daring to say anything because we knew the tears would come. So we hugged. But this time we hugged a little bit tighter, a little bit longer and managed to tell each other how much we loved the other through the tears.
In that hug I hope I somehow let my friend know how much he’ll always mean to me. How much he’s given me and how much better my life is because of him. I’m going to miss him. He was the best. He let me live out all my fantasies and the only question he ever asked was, “Why not”? As I’ve told my friend many times, someday I’ll be 80 and telling my grandkids, and anyone else who will listen, about my adventures with my friend. Just the thought of it makes me smile now.
I’m sure my friend will come back to visit from time to time but it will never be the same. It never is. Maybe by the time he comes back I’ll be able to think of him without crying. Tonight however, is not that night.
God bless you my friend and remember…
“It ain’t wrong, it’s Charity Case”.
Ace
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