I was expecting a call from Antonio this Saturday so we could spend the day, his day off from work, together.
I got a call, but not a nice one.
Antonio had died form a heart attack, alone in his apartment on Thursday.
Farewell my good friend, and I shall miss you and all the wonderful times we had together, more than I can say.
Farewell.
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We have to face it. Even if we don't feel so, or see that older one in the mirror. We are getting older, and our time on earth is getting shorter every day. Hopefully we don't know when it is the last day, but it come as it always have. When my final day has come, I like it to be like this: Just forgetting to wake, no pain and no sad thoughts. Some leaves without saying goodbye. They left the good way. Some say goodbye, they take the slow train to the next world. Theese are the ones that makes us, the left behinds, think too much about life.
When I go - I'll go the quick way -if I get the choise.
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