He Never Made It To Thailand
It’s been a while since I talked to you. I guess transitioning back to the U.S. has been more of an adjustment then usual and quite frankly it’s been difficult to be motivated to write much about Thailand when I haven’t been there. But today something happened that I need to write about. It has nothing to do with Thailand, but since this is my own personal blog I feel the need to talk about it.
A friend of mine died today. His name was Michael. He was only 37 years old. I got a call from his distraught Mother this afternoon while shopping with my girl. She arrived from Bangkok earlier in the week. I’m really glad she’s here. Lately I’ve figured out just how important she is in my life and that becomes even clearer at a time like this.
Michael was way too young to die. Most people haven’t even figured out how to live by the time they’re 37. Mike was no exception. He had lived with his father after his Mom and Dad divorced when we was in his late teens until just 3 years ago this week when his Dad died of a massive heart attack right in front of Mike as his Dad parked his car in from of their apartment. When Mike got to the car his Dad was already dead. Mike and his Dad were as close as a father and son could be. That was unfortunate in a way for Mike, because his Dad had some very bad eating and lifestyle habits and Mike adopted just about all of them. Mike was not only seriously overweight but also an epileptic. I wrote about a seizure Mike had just a few weeks ago that I had witnessed. That night I was afraid he was going to die. Today he did.
Mike died alone. They found him on the floor of his apartment kitchen. He had apparently been cooking some breakfast and suffered either another massive seizure or perhaps a heart attack. We don’t know yet. Whatever he was cooking set off his smoke alarm. When I got a call from his Mom I knew that he was dead before she ever told me. Myself and all of his friends had feared the worst as this young man’s health got worse and worse. We tried to help counsel him to change his lifestyle, but Mike was unwilling and unable to change. At least not until it was too late.
At the age of 50 and seeing many people around me die, death is nothing new to me. But when it happens to a person so young, a person who really had never totally had the opportunity to live his life to the fullest, it leaves a very empty feeling. This was a real good person. A very giving person. A person that wouldn’t hurt anyone. A guy that everyone loved when they met him. A fun loving guy. He treated everyone well. It’s just a shame that he didn’t treat himself as well. As I’ve told the many friends I’ve talked to tonight, this is a lesson that all of us can use to take better care of ourselves and try to live long and full lives and give ourselves a good quality of life later on in life.
The only good that comes out of something like this is that it brings people together. I called many of my friends tonight and not only did we talk about Mike, but I told many of my friends just how I feel about each of them. That’s something that I’ve been doing more of lately and I had done that with Mike more then once. When you lose a friend or almost do, like I did with Mike before and have now, you take stock in the friends that still are here on earth. And if you don’t, you most certainly should.
Until tomorrow, or whenever I appear in this space again, enjoy your day!
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Posted on April 21st, 2008 by webmaster
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