Oh Death, You Boney Bastard, I Hope You're Pleased. . .
T hat heartless, bag of rattling bastard Death is a motherfucker – a patient and conniving motherfucker. In the midst of stealing a few folks that already had my heart aching, I found out today that months ago I lost an old friend. The last of his clan. I reached out today, to touch base and learned that Tracy May had passed. The May family had, in one way or the other, in my life since 5 th grade. Tracy and his twin brother Stacy were a year younger than the rest of us, but made their presence know. Death reached out for Stacy in high school, leaving Tracy a bit lost. Next was their older brother Eugene, who I worked with. Then their sister, older and beautiful, who I found out too late, had a crush on me. Finally, not yet content, Death came for Tracy. They say that death is hardest on those left behind, at least that’s no longer a worry for them. Reach out to those who populate your map, and let them know what they mean to you. Live your life so well that that boney bastard