I'm hurting here. I barely could drive home from the store.
I was worried all day. We would text every morning. I texted him yesterday and he said he was in pain but would get back with me. But he never did. Then this morning I texted him again and he did not respond. I texted him throughout the day but never heard anything back. He was supposed to start chemo today, so I kept telling myself that he was just resting and not feeling well, that he was alright. Deep down I knew though. I just feel it in my gut. I texted Marcel and Wurger earlier today and told them my worries and concerns.
Later this afternoon I was at the store, and my phone rings. Joes face pops up on my screen. I answered the phone, and heard his daughters voice. Before she had the chance to say it, the tears started forming.
Joe, brother, you were more than just a friend to me. You were a mentor. The one who inspired me in aviation maintenance. I will miss you.
I'm still shook up here, I'll post more later when I know more.