The Passing of a Lounger

[Occhidiangela]

I was going to call Pete last week, but then I had to work all weekend on an issue. Figured I'd call him this week. Hadn't talked to him in a few months, figured I'd check on him.

I suppose there is a special corner of Hell for procrastinators, and I'll get to visit it for a while.

Then I got Sabra's PM just now, telling me that I can only call Magi now. I will.

Thanks, Sabra, for waking me up. Sadly, it's to a much poorer world than the one I went to sleep to.

I offer this poem, a slight mod of a poem used to honor fallen brothers in arms:

He shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary him, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember Pete.

Pete is my favorite Viet Nam vet, and my favorite Rocket Scientist, all wrapped into one humorous, curmudgeonly package. He's also my favorite in a lot of other areas.

I count my self lucky to have met him, and Magi, in person in Vegas shortly after I came home from a war. I've talked to him on the phone now and again since then, and will be kicking myself for not doing so more often.

Magi told me the last time we talked that Pete enjoyed my calls.

How niggardly of me not to offer a few more small slices of my time. All it takes anymore is to push a speed dial button and hope to hear the voice on the other end.

*sigh*

There is no joy in my corner of Loungeville ...

Occhidiangela
Rogue with an aching heart

EDIT: Just got off the phone with Magi. Great to hear her voice, no matter the occasion. One of this world's great people.

*goes off to a corner to weep*