I found out over lunch that a friend of mine died last week. His name was Tony, and he was a big, jovial, happy-go-lucky man that would always bring a smile to everyone's face down at the cafe in our building. He was VERY young, not even 40. He died of a heart attack last week. I can't walk by the cafe on the way to work without my eyes tearing up. I don't think I'll be able to go in there again without crying.
He used to make the best omelets, and always had something good to say or something that would make you smile. He would turn my scowling morning into one of laughter as I'd walk out shaking my head and chuckling.
This only further supports my theory that the good die young and the @$$holes live forever. Death just sucks.
Godspeed, Tony.
He used to make the best omelets, and always had something good to say or something that would make you smile. He would turn my scowling morning into one of laughter as I'd walk out shaking my head and chuckling.
This only further supports my theory that the good die young and the @$$holes live forever. Death just sucks.
Godspeed, Tony.

