yesterday, jeff and i and a whole slew of other like-minded folks, lost a dear friend. he was killed while riding his motorcycle home from work when someone pulled a large pickup truck into the oncoming lane of traffic.
the phone call came from his wife of 29 years and i am reeling from the news and immersed in that stage of grief known as denial.
howie was just 50 and full of life, wit and love. in fact, most times, he was larger than life. he was a reliable friend who, physically was an animal. he was always biking, skiing and hiking around this beautiful corner of the world.
it seems so trivial and simple to say, "why him? it cant be true, i dont want him to be gone."
but these are the thoughts circling my head.
i am deeply saddened and grateful to have had him as a friend.
i will miss margarita drinking, palin bashing, obama loving, music discussing and listening with you.
i will miss seeing you out in the moose range on skis or grooming the trail with that trusty old snowmachine.