Nick Gallo, one of the best friends I've ever had, died in October at the age of 57. He had fallen ill on a flight to Athens, Greece, where he was headed to write an article for a magazine. He died a few days later in an Athens public hospital. Pericarditis and pneumonia were given as the cause of death.
I'm having a hard time letting him go. It's only now that I can write this entry, which already seems hopelessly inadequate. In recent years, we talked several times a week and usually got together at least once a week. Before that, we had offices across the hall from each other for 10 years.
I keep coming across things that Nick would be interested in and I think, "Oh, I've got to tell Nick about ..." or "I'll get this book for Nick."
Time, they say, is the great healer. But I'm not so sure. My life's a little darker now.
1 comment:
You don't need to let him go. Hold on to his memory forever, but transfer him from the sadness part of your heart to the permanent remembrance part. He would want you to do that. Write more stuff about him, for truly that comes from your heart.
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