Change of pace

Today, my friend Sam (also known as EllisDee in the talker circles) would have been 36 years old. He died last year on November 5th, just 17 days before his 35th birthday, from a sudden and massive heart attack while he was driving home from work. I really miss him.

I knew there was something special about him when, out of nowhere, he had sent Christmas presents to Erik and myself with no forewarning. One day we were chatting on Freehold and the next thing I knew, I had a delivery from UPS. That started a long tradition between the three of us.

We spent many hours talking on the phone, as well. For a guy who had a lot of musical knowledge, as well as the ability to quote movie lines at will, it was certainly strange to hear his thick Southern drawl, especially adding extra syllables to single syllable words. I can still hear his "No kid-did-ing" like I were talking to him right now.

I miss the guy.

Happy birthday, my friend. The world is a sadder place with you gone, but Heaven is gonna rock with you there.