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Thursday Evening w/ Tony… Get It Said.

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Originally Written by the13thcynic
December 21, 2008 at 5:57 AM

I told Tony or actually ‘warned’ him that the next time I came over we were going to ‘have the talk’ about if we had any ‘unfinished’ or ‘unsaid’ business between us. He and I have a rare opportunity many people would pay untold amounts for, to be able to say everything we need to say to each other before he departs to the great beyond be it Tír na nÓg, Elysium, Valhalla, Aaru, Nirvana, Svarga, Valinor or Summerland.

My point was to make sure he knew that as far as our relationship goes, he had never done anything wrong, in fact, the only problem we ever had was because of a mutual friend of ours that I no longer have anything to do with and even that could have even been avoided (my bad).

Tony never did anything unbecoming of a perfect gentleman and a perfect friend during our years of friendship. I had hoped to be of some comfort to him, helping him feel (as he is) blameless and proud of who he has been to me as a friend and more. My goal was to be the one comforting and assuring him… didn’t do so good. True to Tony form, he ended up being the one comforting me. By the end of our conversation I was bawling all over him… I kept trying not to cry; I didn’t want to upset him, I didn’t want to go all weird and emotional on him. I take my job visiting/talking with Tony to be more keeping things humorous & silly and away from the serious, emotional stuff, since he has more than enough of that to deal with. I’m more comic relief, I just had to make sure he knew how I felt and what he’s meant to me, but like he said, he knows all that. And I know he knows what I said was more for my own peace of mind than his. The only unfinished business I’ll have concerning Tony is why someone as wonderful as he is, is being taken away from us.

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