Today was a weird day. It started out with my brother Bryan calling me early at work. I knew this was bad, because he never calls me at work. One of the kids we used to wrestle with died this past weekend. He was 29 and died of a heart attack. I hadn�t seen Bubba since I stopped coaching I guess 8 years ago. Bubba was a big kid, the kind of kid that has to cut weight to wrestle heavyweight big. He was funny, and a kid that other kids rallied around. I haven�t spoken to Bubba since I walked away from wrestling, but still pangs of sadness ripped through me, I thought about his family who was always so good to me. I thought about Bubba�s mom and how she always hugged me when she saw me. She is a mountain of a woman, loyal, kind gentle, and a huge heart. Friday night is the service. I don�t think I�m going. I don�t want to see Bubba different than I remember him; I don�t want to see his mother crying. I guess that makes me a selfish bastard. Okay. I guess I already knew that. Anyway, Bubba, I want to remember you as were strong, and funny. Yeah. Life is short folks, hug your family, kiss the wife or husband, tell your folks you love them. That�s all I have to say about that�
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Marc, We are not close friends as of yet, but I'm going to share my feelings with you concerning this, if you disagree with me, just kick me in the nuts next time I see you.
You need to do what you feel is right in your mind concerning things of this nature.
Though, extending yourself in a way that you feel may hurt you personally, could help someone else in a far greater way, which could make up for your own personal grief. Imagine if none of your friends showed up at your funeral because they only wanted to remember you the way you were when you were alive. Would that help your family with the loss of a loved one, someone whom was held in such high esteem amongst his/her peers? Would your wife be alone emotionally to deal with her loss, none of her spouses posse there to consol her and see you onward?
Death doesn't choose, it has no eyes ears or concience, but we do.
I bailed on one funeral, of a friend and to this day It hurts me more than it would have if I'd have just gone and said goodbye to my friend. I feel like I let him down. Although, I am a self proclaimed maniac yes, I'd never make that mistake twice. Please keep in mind, this may sound as though I am telling you to go, I am not, I am just not good at explaining my opinion sometimes because I am not very savy with words. Whatever decision you decide upon will be right for you individually, either way.
Sorry to hear about your wrestling friend passsing away at such a young age. A number of years ago, a guy I used to know from high school got hit by a car up here in Boston where he was living (he was only about 30). Although he wasn't a close friend of mine, I still think about him and how much energy/life he possesed and how hard it must have been for his family to not have him around. Death is part of our existance and certaintly reminds us not to take any time we're here on the planet for granted.
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