I got the news last week that one of my old motorcycle racing friends died unexpectedly of pneumonia while on a business trip. He and I shared a passion, a racetrack, and a birthday. I think we once calculated that I was just a few hours older than he. He was always faster than I.
It struck me as odd and quite unfortunate that a man who had raced from his earliest years until he was about 50 would die of pneumonia. In some backwards way, it reminded me that none of us is guaranteed tomorrow.
We'll all miss Laroy Montgomery. May he rest in peace.
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This blog is written by and about a guy with an incurable form of cancer. My purpose here isn't to say "woe is me", but to give insight about my thoughts, perspectives, and experiences throughout this adventure. My name is Andre. My partner's name is Ed. I intend to publish on a pretty regular basis here, but Ed might occasionally pop in with his thoughts too.
1 comment:
I'm sorry to hear that. It's never easy losing a friend.
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